The Chilean miners


The rescue of the 33 Chilean miners after 69 days underground grabbed and held on to me today.

I got up about 2 a.m. to see the 4th miner reach the surface, and I watched intermittently today, and for an extended period tonight as the final miner reached the surface.

For me, personally, the entirety of the drama centers around community. The men in the mine became and nurtured community under conditions I cannot even begin to imagine.

The country of Chile rallied around its citizens and their families; and the rest of the world was invited in, and participated, in a moment of unity of purpose.

We saw, I think, what the world can be when it is allowed to reflect the unity of humanity – our commonality more than our differences.

It was interesting, and I suppose expected, that we, through the media, would, for some odd reason, marvel that Iranians might be human beings just like the rest of us, and that these Iranians would be gripped by the same story in the same way through the same media as we. It certainly should not be odd, but the political investment has been in our differences, rather than our similarities, and the differences are magnified, and similarities diminished. But we really are not different at all. We are simply human beings in different places, each of us with our own stories, our own frailties, our own strengths and weaknesses.

The end of this 69-day story in the Chilean high desert is far away and unknown.

One can hope that the survivors and their families can reestablish some sense of normalcy in an environment where that normalcy will be all but impossible to re-establish.

But at this moment, on the day the rescue was accomplished, it is truly a time and an event to celebrate and cherish.

Perhaps we can learn something of value from this moment in history.

One can hope.