It's been a week since I, along with the rest of the world, was glued to the live footage of the Chilean miners' rescue. Witnessing each man as he was reunited with the Earth's surface and his loved ones (even mistresses, I suppose) made me practically giddy.
I think it was seeing how those men survived over 2 months in a hot, dark tomb one-half mile below the surface -- the camaraderie, the compassion, the faith, and the drive to survive. It was also witnessing all of the measures taken "up top" to bring about their amazing rescue -- the epitome of true team work and a glimpse of humanity at its best.
The odd part is that I found myself a bit envious of the rescuers and the families. When they found their loved one, friend, co-worker in dire circumstances, they were able to pull together their brains, talent and resources as a community and save 33 lives.
When Christy was diagnosed, her friends and loved ones rallied around her to offer whatever support we could, but we were helpless in that the rescue effort was all up to Christy, chemo and fate. If only we could have built a capsule to release her from cancer's grasp...