"Why me, O God?"

I was watching The Count of Monte Cristo and came across the scene where Edmond Dantès has been wrongly imprisoned in the prison Chateau d'If. Armand Dorleac, the warden of Chateau d'If, shows him to his new quarters and whips him to commemorate his anniversary date of imprisonment. While Edmond is being strapped to the wall to be beaten, he and the warden have a conversation:

Armand: And if you're thinking just now, "Why me, O God?" The answer is, God has nothing to do with it. In fact, God is never in France this time of year.
Edmond: God has everything to do with it. He's everywhere. He sees everything.
Armand: All right. Let's make a bargain, shall we? You ask God for help, and I'll stop the moment he shows up.

God does not show up and Edmond is brutally whipped year after year on his anniversary date. One day, 7 years later, another prisoner, the Abbé Faria who is trying to escape, mistakenly digs his way into Edmond's cell. The Abbé has been a prisoner in the Chateau d'If for 11 years, 5 of which has been digging the tunnel that has led him to Edmond's cell. Edmond's lifts the Abbé up on his shoulders so he can look outside:

Abbé: I have not seen the sky these 11 years. Thank you. Thank you, God.
Edmond: There is no talk of God in here, priest.
Abbé: What about the... inscription? (etched into the wall is the phrase "God will give me justice")
Edmond: It's faded, just as God has faded from my heart.
Abbé: And what has replaced it?
Edmond: Revenge.

And so we have our friend Edmond cursing God for the situation he is in now. Which brings me to the point of discussion. Regardless of your personal beliefs in whether or not you believe in a god, have you ever asked yourself, "Why me?" when something bad has happened to you that you had no control over? Here's what I mean when I'm talking about having control or no control over a situation:

You've been walking around a black neighborhood and telling every black person you see that they are a stupid-ass nigger that won't amount to shit like the color of their skin, and then they beat your ass and break your bones. Now you are lying in the hospital wondering, "Why me?" Duh, because of what you said. So kind of like a cause and effect relationship, and you were the direct cause of what transpired.

While on the other hand, let's say that you were born without legs or maybe you were walking through the crosswalk and a drunk driver runs the red light and clips you so that you are going to lose your legs. You're lying in the hospital asking yourself, "Why me? What the fuck did I do to deserve this?"

Has anything bad happened to you, as big as having terminal cancer or as small as being born without all ten fingers, where you have asked yourself, "Why me?" Is there any explanation you can give yourself to answer why? And if you can answer the why, does it make you feel any better to know that or not? How do you deal with situations like this where you are the bearer of misfortune while everyone else around you seems to have hit the jackpot? And in the end, has your outlook on life changed because of these events?

Jam it back in, in the dark.