PistolPatch
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When I went, on my way to work, for my coffee this morning I saw the newspaper headlines about the drownings of the refugees on the Christmas Island shores. The pictures and headlines were compelling. I bought the newspaper, something I never do, and read it. Stuff like this is exciting and interesting news. It wakes us up and makes us feel a bit more alive. It should also be very disturbing but...
... usually most of us just wait for tomorrow's headlines.
We never really stop and think much do we? Whether it be in brewing or this tragedy we really never stop and think deeply for answers. We too often wait for someone else to do the thinking.
I haven't seen any TV footage of the above. For those of you who have seen TV footage, if it exists, I wonder if it makes you think or, like me buying the paper this morning, it just adds some excitement to the day?
I'm going to stop and think now about those people who died today. (It's easy to sympathise with those watching from the shores and I'm sure that you and I can see how these witnesses must have felt. Feeling helpless to help others I think is one of the worst feelings a real human being can have.)
We can get into politics as well to entertain our brains. For example, we could discuss for hours why the opposition rejected a government proposal to form a bi-partisan committee to deal with this. I could also tell you that my bloodline on both my maternal and paternal side goes back to the very early days of white settlement here in Australia but that I recognise that non-indigenous Australia as we know it today has actually been built by a myriad of minorities. I could also tell you that I actually admire boat people but I don't think about them as much as I should. (My morning coffee is about to increase in price from $3.80 to $4.00 next year. ****!)
I would also tell you that I have no easy answers on how to deal with these people desperately trying to escape to Australia. Their desperation and their way, too often failure, deserves real consideration though. While I bought coffee, they were dying to get here.
So, to the so many people who died on our Christmas Island shores, I don't know what to say about your life that could have been. If you were a baby, who knows what you might have done and experienced? Perhaps callously, I am a bit less disturbed by your deaths than by those of your elder siblings or parents. These elders must have gone through God knows what to get you babies on a boat.
For your elders seeing you babies being dashed to death 400 metres before your final destination is something I really can't bear forcing myself to slow down and really think about.
So, to those of you elders that did die trying to reach our shores of hope, all I can say is that I am very sorry you didn't get here. If, "good-willed," energy and intention is the requirement for getting to any heaven, then I think you and your babies will go straight there.
So, "Spot ya," from me,
Pat
... usually most of us just wait for tomorrow's headlines.
We never really stop and think much do we? Whether it be in brewing or this tragedy we really never stop and think deeply for answers. We too often wait for someone else to do the thinking.
I haven't seen any TV footage of the above. For those of you who have seen TV footage, if it exists, I wonder if it makes you think or, like me buying the paper this morning, it just adds some excitement to the day?
I'm going to stop and think now about those people who died today. (It's easy to sympathise with those watching from the shores and I'm sure that you and I can see how these witnesses must have felt. Feeling helpless to help others I think is one of the worst feelings a real human being can have.)
We can get into politics as well to entertain our brains. For example, we could discuss for hours why the opposition rejected a government proposal to form a bi-partisan committee to deal with this. I could also tell you that my bloodline on both my maternal and paternal side goes back to the very early days of white settlement here in Australia but that I recognise that non-indigenous Australia as we know it today has actually been built by a myriad of minorities. I could also tell you that I actually admire boat people but I don't think about them as much as I should. (My morning coffee is about to increase in price from $3.80 to $4.00 next year. ****!)
I would also tell you that I have no easy answers on how to deal with these people desperately trying to escape to Australia. Their desperation and their way, too often failure, deserves real consideration though. While I bought coffee, they were dying to get here.
So, to the so many people who died on our Christmas Island shores, I don't know what to say about your life that could have been. If you were a baby, who knows what you might have done and experienced? Perhaps callously, I am a bit less disturbed by your deaths than by those of your elder siblings or parents. These elders must have gone through God knows what to get you babies on a boat.
For your elders seeing you babies being dashed to death 400 metres before your final destination is something I really can't bear forcing myself to slow down and really think about.
So, to those of you elders that did die trying to reach our shores of hope, all I can say is that I am very sorry you didn't get here. If, "good-willed," energy and intention is the requirement for getting to any heaven, then I think you and your babies will go straight there.
So, "Spot ya," from me,
Pat