What is scary? Poverty. How people get trapped by their own self definitions more than any other factor. Hatred. Complacent medicine. Bullying coworkers. Loneliness. Women who starve to death in Canada, a wealthy country, which is tossing food in the garbage like fish guts and with social assistance for hungry people, but where a woman can starve to death of anorexia. Also, I never got used to the maximum security prison in the town where I work. Prison is scary. For similar reasons, so are nursing homes.
People have an incredible capacity to heal. I saw a man once stuck in the rotating planer at the sawmill, his arm was in pieces and I thought for sure he would die, but in the end not only did he survive, but his arm did, too. They managed to piece it back together in surgery, and he was able to work again within a year. I've met survivors of Rwanda, the depression, the Holocaust, Residential schools, horrific childhoods, and terrible tragedies, who have healed.
Sometimes, silence is a gift.
People really are poor enough to necessitate burning their own furniture in the winter, in Canada, sometimes.
Poverty has nothing to do with money. It's about emotional pain, lack of resources, drug addiction, alcoholism, emotional trauma, lack of education, lack of healthy community, and lack of an ability to see that life could be any different in any way.Sometimes, it is just as difficult to die as it is at other times to live. LIFE marches on, and the Universe/God/Fate/Providence has something else in store for a life, sometimes. I once met a man who slashed his wrists and survived. A few months later he drove his car off a cliff, landed on train tracks, and was struck by a train traveling over 80 kilometers an hour. He was looking up through the sunroof of his car, broken limbs, still alive.
Death can be really, really funny. I mean, you have to have a somewhat dark sense of humor to cope with a job like mine, but some of the most hilarious moments I have encountered in life have been juxtaposed with death. How can I explain this? It sounds so insensitive. But really, it feels more appropriate a response somehow, because it is celebratory of life.