Following my last post. and reading a few other bloggs like Artistdogboy, Becca's or Patry's I've had time this week to think about how lucky I am to work above ground in a safe environment.
Growing up in a mining village I would listen to the old miners stories of hardship and pain of working underground. I would listen to my Auntie Eileen's stories of mining accidents and the effects they had on her husband. I saw my grand father riddled with arthritis, joints broken from years of hard labour in cold wet conditions. But after all of this pain and hardship they would still talk fondly of the comradeship and genuine care they all had for each other.
I expect its as a direct result of these conditions that they cared so deeply for their fellow worker and neighbour.
So yes I'm lucky to have my comfortable office job but can I say that my fellow worker would put his / her life on the line for me? I do not know? I know my friends in the rescue team hold my life in their hands each time one of us goes over the edge, but that is a positive choice by me to go into those situations where as mining is done for need not want.
Yes mining is hard and and fraught with danger, but the communities that grow up around it are real and we could learn a great deal from those in our detached lives where we rarely know the name of our neighbour.
