Posted 19 April 2017 - 12:02 PM
Today I've been caught up in some horrendous travel disruption. A fire outside London's Euston station has damaged signalling equipment and basically nothing is moving in or out of Euston tonight. To put that in some context trains from Euston go to Birmingham, Liverpool,Manchester, Preston and Glasgow. We're talking disruption to 100s of thousands of people, some of who are not going to et to their destinations today. I'm in the process of picking my way round a convultued route. I should make it home albeit I reckon on being about 5 hours late home.
It's a frustrating day and one I would normally have a rant about, something along the lines of "that's 5 hours of my life I'll never get back.
It's all about context though. Those 5 hours are part of what I hope will be another 50-60 years in this life (I'm a 30 something)
On my train was a man on his way to London for experimental cancer treatment. I over heard his story as he was being interviewed for a television documentary. As things stand he only has 2 months left to live. He was diagnosed with a brain tumour after he collapsed just a few days after getting married a couple of years ago, before he'd even departed for his honeymoon. If this treatment he's heading for doesn't work his life expectancy can be measured at around 1500 hours. This afternoon he spent 3 of them on a stationary train just outside London. Last I saw of him staff of Virgin West Coast Trains (who I cannot praise highly enough for their efforts to help this man) at Watford Junction Station were trying to find him a taxi to get him into central London.
Despite all my delays, feeling hungry, feeling in need of a shower, I really can't complain.
One of our scout laws is also that a scout makes good use of his time and is careful of his possessions and property.
Kind of makes you think doesn't it?
Posted 19 April 2017 - 11:22 PM
It certainly does. If I thought that existence ends with death, I might feel that I have lost a great many hours over the course of a lifetime. Too many.
As it is, I expect to get those hours back, with many many more.
Posted 20 April 2017 - 05:27 AM
School Days: A Poem
by Evan Macrone
Throughout life I have learned
That you can’t stay clean on a camping trip
Even if you shower every day
That you can’t enjoy delectable doughnuts from Dough
Or pizza hot out of the oven
That you can’t avoid bites by bugs
From pesky gnats, ticks, and no-see-ums
And you can’t get a thick sanctuary from the weather
Just a stuffy, flimsy tent.
But you also can’t hike mountain trails
Go canoeing, kayaking, small-boat sailing,
Tubing, skiing, sightseeing, fishing,
Pioneering, swimming, snorkeling, and scuba diving
Cook meals for friends
Sleep under a night sky full of stars
If you are cooped up at home, hunched over,
Playing a video game
Or at school,
Taking an arbitrary test that will uniquely decide your future
Of being cooped up in an office till you croak.
So go and get out there
And maybe live a little
Cause God knows,
You could get cancer any day
Or get caught in a car accident
And how many days before that
Will you regret?
Edited by qwazse, 20 April 2017 - 05:29 AM.
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