Like so many others, I've been transfixed by the drama of the thirty-three men trapped below ground and the enormous international effort to rescue them. Last night I watched as the first miner came to the surface, and just now I watched when the fifteenth came out.
Contrast the time and money and effort put forth to save those thirty-three with the time and money and effort put forth to drive those planes to kill on 9/11. The enormous good and the enormous evil people are capable of is so mind-blowing to me.
Events like this rescue, though, remind me that, at heart, most people are good. Given the opportunity, people can pull together and do such astonishing things. The thirty-three could decide they were going to survive, no matter how long it took, and the rescuers could decide they were going to get down there, no matter what it took.
It's such an important lesson. Life matters. People matter. A father hugging his son, a son hugging his mother, a president showing what presidents are for. When we pull together, we can do astonishing things.