Joel’s Journal – May 9, 2016
People always think they have the most important problems. Not that we want to give our problems the justification of calling them “important”, but it’s really how some treat them.
We either share them on Facebook, vent them in an angry complaint, or we dump them on someone else. When that happens, we most of the time it is during some type of conversation and we don’t even hear what the other person is saying because we’re to busy focused on waiting our turn to speak and what we want to say. Only shaking our head, nodding, and letting all the words drift around our head like smoke, only waiting for it to clear so we can have our turn.
I say this because I’ve been thinking a lot about those in Fort McMurray. People’s whose homes, standing perfectly still only a short week ago, perhaps home to nothing more exciting than beers at the end of the night with the NHL playoffs, or a home-cooked family meal, are now reduced to nothing more than piles of ash, and perhaps a few jagged pieces of remaining charred framing.
Now, really, think about it, is the fact that your friend didn’t text you back for an hour and a half really all that important? Is it really something to get mad about? Oh, Starbucks got your order wrong? Please, tell me how bad your life is.
Even my own issues of student debt and cash flow seem miniscule in comparison to what these people are going through, my worries about writing are nothing short of laughable when you consider I still have a home, and a place to sleep that isn’t a school gymnasium turned relief centre.
Last week, I spoke with someone fleeing the blaze. She told me all about their evacuation and how her and her family (completed with dogs, cat and bearded dragon) piled into the car, not even having the time to pack clothes and the smoke and fire approached and sped from the city.
The flames were so close, pieces of shrapnel from the exploding trailers nearby were raining on their car and the fire licked the sides of their vehicle.
The disaster has gripped the national attention span so I’m sure all of you have seen at least one photo of the blaze. I think the next time I look at one, I’m going to take a few minutes to be thankful for what I have, because it may not be a fire, but things really can change in the blink of an eye.
Thanks for reading,
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