Should I Be Worried?

My youngest daughter is one of the joys of my life! I thought it would be awkward having just her home alone for two years, but it ended up being tons of fun. She has always been easy going, so even eating dinner with just the three of us was fun. So why should I be worried? It's because of Trouble. Trouble seems to follow her. When she got her drivers license we gave her Curtis' old car to drive; a periwinkle blue 1994 Honda Accord. It was a cheap but reliable car that was inexpensive to insure. After Paige started driving the car the following things happened to the it. It's window was broken by a vandal, it was stolen, and while parked it's drivers side door was hit by a hit and run driver. Paige was driving my car while her Honda was being fixed, for the latter incident, when someone ran into the back bumper of my car while she was in class at night school. They didn't leave a note. While driving Byron's car when he was gone for the summer she drove to BYUI for the 4th of July weekend. Someone ran into the back bumper of that car; they didn't leave a note either. A few weeks later before summer school got out someone else ran into the side door of Byron's car while it was parked in the Helaman Halls parking lot where she was living during the summer. Shock! They left a note! Finally someone else's insurance could pay the bill. Paige drove the BMW to Gateway mall and while shopping she lost the car key. We had to mail her another set of keys so the car had to stay there. It was in their parking garage that had security, so we weren't worried. FedX had some mechanical problems so the key arrived a day later than it should have. Key in hand she went to Salt Lake, excited to finally have a car to drive again. Despite the security, the car was not secure and someone had slashed the soft top cover to get the backpack that was sitting on the back seat. The top had to be replaced. She's at BYUI right now, and we don't let her drive.
The cloud of misfortune doesn't seem to be just with cars. Paige found a ride from Rexburg to Provo for the President's day weekend so she could finally go snowboarding. The day was beautiful, and she had recently been snowboarding so she felt confident with her skills. After an hour on the mountain they decided to play on some of the jumps. On the chair lift ride up Byron coached Paige on the fine art of jumps, the approach, the launch, the landing. It was an intermediate level jump, but she had been on some small ones and thought she was ready for this. Off the lift, and down to the park area they went. It's a one at a time event, so the group of riders stopped and Paige was selected to go first. I wasn't there and I don't know what she was thinking, but it obviously wasn't "I'm afraid". She headed for the jump picking up speed as she went. Oh, did someone forget to tell her to check her speed? Did she not bother to think of it herself? Wasn't she the least bit intimidated by this small ramp that would launch her into the air? Guess not. Paige LAUNCHED about 5 feet into the air and unable to get her board underneath her came straight down on her butt cheek and back. No one saw the landing because they were above her but her bruises mark the impact point. She laid in the snow coaching herself to not pass out, and willing herself to breathe. Paige rode down the mountain, in pain, on her own and is grateful she didn't break her back.
Back to Trouble. I could write a couple of pages on the Paige and Trouble, but it would intrude on her private life, and I don't really have time nor the strength to revisit it all. The bottom line is that Trouble seems to follow her where ever she goes. It's making her miserable. Being home every weekend is safe, and Trouble has to be content to lurking in a corner, but being home all the time is boring. The question is, will Trouble persist and follow her around forever, or will it leave her alone and let her have pure, unadulterated, fun? Paigiebutter, I love you, and for your sake I hope so.