Last week we decorated our house for Halloween. I was about to blog about how much I love this time of the year, how I enjoy the scary books (I’m reading Dracula, again) and the anticipation of Halloween. All of the thoughts I wanted to blog about have been brushed away by the event, the miracle, taking place right now. “Saving the 33,” reads the Univision headline. 33 lives, stories, families. So many hopes and plans and dreams that are suddenly possible again, thanks to technology and the efforts of so many people working together to save 33 men.
I remember the first time I saw a picture with a few words that changed the fates of so many.
“We are well in the refuge. All 33 of us.”
If a person wanted to make up a more complex story, it wouldn’t have surpassed real life. My friends’ facebooks statuses say it all:
“Never so many have been following the fate of just a few.”
“Watching miracles on my TV…”
I’m waiting for the rescue of the fourth man, Carlos Mamani’s family is a little huddle waiting for their father and husband. What are they feeling? What are they thinking? The whole world is behind them.