The last few days I, along with thousands of others, have been glued to my laptop. I’ve been watching the rescue of the Wild Boars soccer team and their coach. Twelve young boys and their young coach went out sightseeing and got themselves trapped in a cave.
Not only am I following the live updates on the Guardian news site, but I’m sitting here refreshing the hashtag #ThaiCaveRescue on Twitter and watching the bits of live feed they have on television.
The video footage of the boys trapped on their small island of dirt and rocks with a torchlight shining on them captivated the world. I don’t know a parent alive who, at that precise moment didn’t become obsessed with this rescue.
What would we do if that were our children? How are the kids coping? How would we cope? How are their parents coping? How are they going to get them out? Surely they aren’t really going to leave them in there for 4 months like some news outlets were reporting.
These are the initial questions we asked each other and ourselves. Then the blame game started. Why were they in the cave? Why didn’t the coach take better care of them? Why weren’t their parents with them? If the caves were that dangerous why weren’t they roped off or have warning signs? Why isn’t the government doing more to get them out?
But while some people chose to get angry or blame or hate or accuse. A whole heap of people realised there were things to learn from this. They chose to see the good and the positive.
They saw the local restaurants donating food, others cooking food in pans big enough to be swimming pools. These people kept the workers and families and volunteers and even onlookers fed. There was an article about a man washing clothes. He wanted to help and it was all he could offer. There’s the divers and Navy Seals risking their lives and one of them ultimately losing his life, trying to get these boys out.
The soccer coach taught the boys meditation to keep them calm and to help conserve their energy and gave up his own supplies to help the others. I have a son his age. I still see him as barely more than a child himself. There are medics and the diving doctor and people comforting the families.
Amongst this tragedy, we can witness the most beautiful of things. We see human nature at it’s finest. We don’t see enough of this. People from so many different countries coming together for the greater good. No one cares about the language barriers or the cultural differences or politics. They care about getting those boys and their coach out and into the safety of the hospital.
I choose to see the good and I will continue to watch the live feed until every last one of them exits that cave.
Humans… you did great today! Let’s keep it up.