When you watch as much news as I do, you become reasonably inured to all the shit you have to watch going on in the world, so not much moves you on telly, even the visceral, emotive, all too real stuff involving people dying. So it was with a modicum of surprise that, staying up late to watch the last of the lads come out of the Chilean mine, I found myself reacting extremely emotionally powerfully to what I was watching. It's not too often that 'good' news gets such blanket coverage but the best of us, the best of people, was there for all to see in this one and it was a story fully deserving of the attention it received. That such ingenuity and determination can be brought to bear to get these lads out, and that the men themselves can show such resilience, positivity and composure, especially in those first 17 days of what must have been abject terror before they knew anybody was coming for them, speaks volumes for the very best of humanity.
It will, no doubt, turn sour. Lawsuits will fly. Negligence, dereliction of duty and a cavalier attitude to the lives of the men in the employ of the mine will doubtless be revealed, to infect the joyous atmosphere enveloping Chile as it rightly celebrates a major achievement, a stirring of national pride for all the right reasons. But just for now, they fully deserve to bask in the glory of what they've achieved without worrying too much about what's to follow.
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