And that was a most terrible event as my brother drowned in the Indian Ocean, he had taken such care of me and now I was left alone and bewildered in a strange land.
Rabbi Moshe Feinstein (as described in his family's biography prefacing Igros Moshe vol. 8):
And that trip was a terrible one; firstly the young lady I was supposed to meet for marriage didn't work out; and my handwritten manuscripts were stolen; and I was knocked down in the wagon and hit my head terribly and could easily have died ...
-- What is the spiritual value in this introspection?
Clarified: it seems these rabbis felt better by lumping their bad experiences together -- "it was one bad trip." "It was a horrible year." How does that explain their approach to suffering?