Life is fragile.
We go through life knowing the stark statistics - 100% people die but somehow it still comes as a shock when it happens to someone close to you.I have been reminded of that statistic yet again this weekend.
Some friends are travelling in WA and their car rolled. Details are still fairly sketchy but thankfully they are all alive. So often on the news we hear of fatal car crashes and I think we become a little immune...but for every fatality there are family and friends who are left grieving.
Even more shockingly we can see news items where hundreds of thousands of people have their lives ripped apart and seemingly we are not moved. Why has the devastation in Pakistan not been met with the same kind of compassion we saw after the Indian Ocean Tsunami. Are the people of Pakistan somehow less deserving of our compassion and our help? When we read that someone's husband was washed away in the flood waters, or someone's child died of malnutrition....is it just a statistic?
I am sure somebody, somewhere, someday will be looking at the data on deaths in the ACT in 2010 and for them Glenn will just be a statistic but he was so much more than that.
Every time you read or hear about a death - just take a moment to consider that to some that death will cause gut wrenching grief. No death is just a statistic.
Life happens ( and death happens)
Reddy (or not)