Disappointed with humanity

I've never met anyone more disciplined than my oldest brother Russell. Whether it's turning his lifestyle on a complete 180 and becoming a pastor, fascinating the Texans with his Aikido workouts at the local gym, or dedicating more than two years of his life writing his final dissertation (the final step to receiving a doctorate in theology) - anything he sets out to do is done with the utmost passion and dedication.

I just got off the phone with him, the poor guy is completely shattered...

His home was professionally burglarized yesterday and his MacBook was one of the targets, along with the back-up external hard drive. More than two years of his work gone in an instant. No hard copies, no emailed version, no notes. I can't even begin to imagine how it must feel to lose something that you've put so much heart into. Yes you can be thankful and hold on to the thought that at least no one got hurt, but I assume that the pain that comes along with losing something as personal as a dissertation that you've been working on for god knows how long just overcomes and overrides all. I've lost gloves, wallets even mp3 files and I'm guessing that the frustration I felt times 1000 is not even close to what my brother and his family are going through right now.

Unlike the rest of my family, I always question the existence of a higher being. Instances like this make me think that he might have had a day off.