Has anyone ever had some sort of bad experience in their life that has ended up being a good thing in hindsight or leading to something good?

One example of what I mean is something I went through in my senior year of high school. I was in love with someone, and when I finally got up the courage to tell her how I felt, I found out she didn't love me back. Needless to say, that hurt. However, thinking back on it, thinking back on the kind of person she was and the kind of person I was, it may have been a good thing that we didn't become a couple. Simply put, I worry we might have made a reckless decision that we would have regretted nine months later if we had started dating. Neither of us was a particularly... stable person at the time.

Admittedly, I don't know for certain how much willpower I have, but I'm a lot more confident in my own judgment now and a lot more willing to stand up for myself. I believe I'm able to handle romance more maturely than I was back in high school, and because I was turned down, I don't have any stupid choices in that department to be ashamed of.

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During my freshmen year of high school I was going to go to a winter dance but that plan was destroyed because I had to move. I was so angry but I moved to a high school that was much better, and there were no boys toying with me or betraying me.

A month ago I got a rude awakening of something I did in the past and I needed to vent it out...I told Gnobo about it. And I was afraid that he would turn on me when he found out but I also wanted to test him to see if he would still care regardless of my past......It payed off, now our relationship is stronger, as tough as nails.

Moving to California wasn't easy at first with all the verbal abuse my family gave me, but I eventually realized it was better than New Jersey because I actually fitted in. There were less stuck up jerks. I really don't care what anyone in my family says, to me that was a blessing.

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there was this one time when we were going to a wedding reception and i convinced my sister to wear this pair of wedges she hadn't worn in a while. 15-30mins into the party her shoe broke and she had to drive home to change. when she got back, i really thought she was gonna yell at me, but she didn't. turns out, something happened that made her forget all about being mad at me. when she got to the car (which was parked really far, much to her agitation) the window on the passenger side was left completely open by our dad. i guess he pressed the wrong button or something. and to further complicate things, our mom who is always the first to tell us not to leave valuables in the car, had uncharacteristically left her bag (wallet, keys, other important stuff) under the seat. fortunately, nothing was missing. now, we're all actually glad my sister's shoe broke. if it hadn't, we would've been at the party for hours and someone could've just unlocked the car and make off with the stuff inside or even the car itself.