As I write this, I applaud the successful rescue of the kids who were trapped in a cave in Thailand.
But, my brain never stops on one view . . . in the US, roughly five kids die each week as the result of abuse. Roughly thirteen kids twelve-and-under die each week in car accidents. Including the entire world, about 40,000 kids (conservatively) die each week as a direct result of malnutrition (malnourishment makes even minor diseases deadly).
Of course, those are all spread out instead of being in a cave. Much more difficult to address and fix. Difficult, but not complicated.
But I don’t mean to take anything away from the news that captured the world attention. Let me recap it for you.
Stupid kids and idiot adult do a stupid and risky thing and get trapped. Vast resources are mobilized and the effort to find them gets underway. Eventually, they are found and even more resources from around the world gather to help free the idiots from the cave. Many acts of bravery and even a life is lost to bring the kids and their coach out. I assume the coach will face not-so-good a future. The kids have it made. There are teams of lawyers on their way — if not already there — with contracts in hand. Movies, books, interviews, appearances, magazine spreads . . . money, money, money.
So, what’s the lesson here? If you are in dire straits, don’t bother asking for help . . . there’s none coming.
Unless you can fall down a well, get trapped on a cliff, or find a dangerous cave you can visit.
I know I sound cynical but I had a hard lesson in logic when I was in my 30s.
People might not remember the Flight 255 disaster. Much like airplane accidents these days, the country was riveted by the tragedy. And, it was a tragedy, make no mistake about it . . . but I was chatting with a friend about it and he didn’t have any interest in it. He was nearly emotionless about it.
So I asked him why he didn’t seem to care. He answered with a few questions . . .
Did I care about the 800 people who had died in car accidents the day before? How about the 800 people who died that same day? How about the 800 people who die in car accidents every day? Should we have a memorial for each day? Take up a collection for each day? Help the survivors by showering them with national attention, emotional support, counseling, and money?
He asked me what made those people who died on the plane different from the ones that die in automobile crashes or die when medical personnel make mistakes or die due to any of the other daily deadly accidents?
I didn’t have a good answer.
I’m glad the kids got rescued but I was more concerned for the rescuers and most of all, I keep thinking about the man who died because 13 people were idiots and the world came together to save them.
Sorry to be like this; I get that it was a feel-good story but there’s a lot of misery and death in the world that we don’t hear about because it’s not dramatic enough and so it doesn’t merit our attention. I can’t help but wonder why these merited so much effort and why others don’t merit the same effort.
And now, the photo:
That’s the bell from the train featured in the previous post. I like this treatment and wished I’d saved the steps so I could repeat it for other subjects.
Some of my readers might know we don’t have kids. People often make a sad face and mumble something like “Oh, I’m so sorry!”
I look at them and ask if they have kids. Usually, they answer “yes” and I then make a sad face and mumble something like “Oh, I’m so sorry!”
They say it makes a difference if they’re yours . . . yes, it does; I’d have to take care of them or worry about them. Why on earth would I want that job?
At this point, readers might feel the need to answer and perhaps even try and convince me to have a go at it. Really, don’t bother . . . even if you could actually convince me and change our minds, we’re a tad past our prime child-bearing years.
Honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to convince us to have another pet, let alone a kid.
Many things in life are challenging . . . below, I represent . . . Confusing — and Challenging — Runway Landing Lights.
And . . . that’s it
Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.
You can read about Project 313 HERE.
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