Watching Turkish nurses feverishly clinging to infant isolettes when the shaking starts to protect the vulnerable little creatures inside. Maybe that's why we're here to do the small "right" things and "save" another...and then...On the other spectrum our world torn apart again by a senseless act by an evil "slighted" disgruntled individual.
To lose your child who you tremblingly agreed to send away to school taken from you in such a horrific manner. How do you take your hand from the face you kissed and comforted for so long? How do you bury your child under a blanket of cold dark earth? How does one live with a broken heart?
It's here, right in our backyard and none of us are safe from this heartache; it seems to be a matter of "when" not "if" anymore. Yet those who can impact this insanity go merrily on blaming the person not the proliferation of, and our country's fascination with, guns, the fire power of automatic weapons and massive ammunition clips. The same group who say it's a mental health issue also veto or cut funding for facilities, training and insurance for mental issues.
A friend's daughter I have known since her birth, was called in to the University that night as part of the Emergency Services Operations. Not knowing if the attack was organized, others were involved, what other operations or IT services could be compromised. I wonder how many realize that when the incident happens somebody has to buy the candles.
Someone has to restore the power when a transformer falls off the pole and impales the worker. Someone has to go back and find the tools and clothing discarded during the electrocution. Someone has to dig out the records before the authorites arrive when all you want to do is sit in the hospital and pray they live after collapsing in a manhole. Someone has to find the severed digit when the machine zigs instead of zags. Someone has to stay stoic and non-committal as the wife and "friend" in separate rooms are torn between begging for help and accusations of not protecting their loved ones. Someone has to open the road when all you want to do is lay flowers at what has now become a concrete grave. Somebody has to buy the candles.
Someone has to call the new widow and not tell her what you think accepting that anger and recriminations will follow. Someone has to remove the tragedy and clean up the mess. Someone has to finish the job that now has a cost in blood Someone has to seek the truth and hold others accountable on what could be the worst day of their life.
Someone has to render aid as tears blind the onlooker and hands clasped across one's heart does not stop the bleeding. Someone has to write the press release, create the sermon, cue the band and somebody has to buy the candles. Blessed are those who do when others cannot, though they will be misunderstood.
Life goes on and people keep dying. We don't take enough time to mourn but some don't have the luxury of stopping the machine of life for even a moment because there is no peace when we accept a body count as business as usual, but somebody has to.....💚💔
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