A couple of events that hit the news recently left me incredibly sad at the cruelty that we humans can heap upon one another. One was the tragic death of a young toddler in Austin, Manitoba who wandered off from his home and was found in a nearby stream. And this week, the same thing happened when Fort McMurray, Alberta went up in flames. In the midst of the most horrific experiences of their lives, other people pointed the finger and blamed the people involved for bringing these events upon themselves.
That mother should have been supervising her child more closely.
Its karma that the environment took down a city built upon the oil industry.
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in your darkest hour, and to see such hurtful comments being thrown around social media. Does any mother want to do anything to cause the death of her child? Does any person really want to endanger the survival of our planet?
Anyone who knows me well can attest to the fact that my hands are covered with scars from a never-ending series of kitchen knife mishaps. Now, I know that knives are sharp. I am more than aware of the consequences of not being careful while handling them. But it still happens. Why? Because I believe that I can save the time of pulling out a cutting board and instead slice up an apple in my hand to calm a screaming toddler. I think I can be safe and get things done quickly at the same time, and sometimes I make a mistake in judgement. And I’m sure thankful when I need stitches that I’ve never had a doctor tell me that I deserve to be in pain.
People do the best that they can, and sometimes things just don’t go as planned.
But in both these recent tragedies, I don’t think this is even the issue. It’s not that anyone made a mistake in judgement. Bad things simply happen sometimes, no matter what you do. Kids get away from their parents, no matter how watchful your eye. Forest fires do not target anyone; they just burn.
So then why must people point fingers and blame instead of having compassion? When I’m getting my fingers sewn up, the medical staff are gentle with me and freeze my hand so I won’t feel anything as they make it all better.
I wonder if it has something to do with power. We all need to feel a sense of control in our lives, and when we see these terrible things happen to others, it makes us afraid that perhaps we could be vulnerable too. But if we can find some fault with the victims of tragedy and convince ourselves that they did something to deserve their pain, then it follows that as long as we make better choices, then we can make sure nothing like that ever happens to us.
Of course, it’s smart to be careful. Don’t drive while drinking, be careful with electricity, ensure you have supplies in your home to manage a power outage.
But don’t for a second think that any of us our capable of controlling everything so perfectly that nothing bad can ever befall us. Sometimes we misjudge. And sometimes things happen to us that were beyond anyone’s control.
And when they do, wouldn’t the world be a better place if we could lift each other up when disaster strikes?