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We are acutely aware of the harm that is done to others by humans on a daily basis, but we rarely contemplate what nature has in store for us from day to day. As my mother used to say, "no one knows the day or the hour tragedy will strike, and it's a good thing we don't."
Somehow most of our brains are constructed in such a way as to refuse to let us dwell on what might happen. As a consequence, when bad things happen we are well and truly surprised. After just recovering from the shock of the loss of 17 people in helicopter crash, we were not prepared for the news that the boyfriend of one of Lumsden's well loved young women, Jenelle Goodyear, was seriously ill in the hospital, at the age of 25.
On March 22, Brant Drodge was not the victim of an accident; he was a victim of one of those things that happen to young people more often than we think, a ruptured artery in the brain. During the second period of a hockey game Brant started complaining of an excruciating headache. He was rushed to St. John's in a snowstorm, and his friends were prepared for the worst possible outcome.
A CT scan confirmed that he was suffering from a ruptured artery. To date, Brant, who was strong and healthy before the rupture, remains in a medically induced coma. His chances are looking better with each passing day. Brant was lucky.
The outpouring of support for Brant is a testimony to the inherent goodness of people. Jenelle's parents, Marilyn and Max Goodyear, rushed to her side, and her twin sister Jenna and older sister Rochelle are a constant support. Brant's parents, who were holidaying in the Dominican Republic, rushed home to be with their son. But others, some unknown to the families, have provided ongoing prayers and comfort throughout the long ordeal.
A Facebook page was opened for Brant, and Brant's cousin, Andrea Drodge, has provided daily updates on her website. There is a bank account set up for donations.
Every day we hear news of the loss of young people who have so much to contribute to society. Our hearts go out to Judy Stagg and her family in Cape Freels, whose young husband Larry Stagg passed away from cancer. And deepest sympathy to Gordon Rideout, and his family from Newtown, whose wife Olive passed away recently.
Newfoundland is a small province where we all seem to be attached to each other in one way or another. From where this is being written, the reminder of our deep bonds is very real. People came together from all over the world for Brant just as they did for the victims of the helicopter crash. There is so much caring and love in our province we have no idea of how separated people are from each other in cities.
As this is being written, a homeless woman is shouting in the street below the window. Several weeks ago, a car struck her and she was seriously hurt with broken bones. She was taken to hospital, where she remained until yesterday. Now she is back to her regular routine in fine form. She seems terribly alone in a teeming sea of humanity.
We reside here on earth for such a short time. Many of us wonder why we would have ever embarked upon the visit to this war torn planet. But there is one thing we do know. We are connected to each other by strings of empathy and sympathy. We can exist only through the labour and love of others, our fellows who accompany us on the journey.
We are also linked in-group relationships through extreme dislike. But, all in all, this nest of strings and links seem to be more important than anything else to our survival. Could we stop focusing on visible (material) things and try to look at these (invisible) links? Could Facebook and other websites be the new element that begins to make these links and bonds more visible and accessible?
The homeless person below my window may be suffering more from the lack of a social nest than anything else. She was medically well treated, but is now back in the street. She is always satisfactorily dressed so some people must give her the basic material elements, like clothing. But she seems not to be getting enough of the intangible.
When emotions and passions bring the love of others to light we are given a glimpse of perfection. We know that we aren't isolated individuals but are part of a river of life flowing into the unknown sea of eternity. Could we resist the emotions that drive us away from others, and stop running after unnecessary things? In the words of Tiny Tim, "God Bless us every one."

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