I'll admit it.. and you've seen it.. I've been seriously grumpy these past few weeks. The good effects of my taking a four day weekend just last weekend to try and relax didn't last all that long once I got home; within 20 minutes of arriving home there was a message on my phone - please phone the office urgently - they thought there was a virus on my network (it wasn't a virus - it was Trend misreporting things again - it has a problem where if a virus is stripped from an email by Trend, Trend will mis-report the location of said viral attachment and complain that a computer is infected, when it is not). Then, I get into the office and the primary elevator isn't working, the airconditioning is still broken down and the power supply for the Commander phone system has blown out (again). Add to that a person or three who seem to be totally incapable of managing their IM status, yet not shy about zinging me for disturbing them at inappropriate/inconvenient moments, and Sandi pulls out her flamethrower.
What's all this got to do with poignant meetings? On the way home from the office today I ran into an old friend that I had lost contact with over the past year. It was purely by chance I saw him on the street, and I'm glad I did.
Anyway, I was shocked, and saddened, when he told me that the reason he'd fallen off the radar was because he'd been diagnosed with a brain tumour. Because of that tumour he'd been forced to take several months off work, and therefore lost the new job that I knew he had accepted ... after recuperating he accepted a position with a different firm, only they let him go for a still unknown reason, and he was now in a new (third) job. In the midst of this *I* changed roles as well and we lost contact with each other.
He's a lovely man, a genteel gentleman, who loves his daughter and wife to bits and has never done anybody wrong. Thankfully he is doing well now, and we know where each other works, so we won't lose touch again.
Then, I saw the report on Channel 9 TV tonight about the 6 year old New Guinea boy who has been sentenced to death by his tribe (that is, he will be eaten by the tribe) because both of his parents have died, and therefore his tribe believes he is a sorcerer responsible for his parents' death - a 6 year old boy. Because his tribe is so isolated, and ancient, and because contact with the outside world has been so limited, the decision was made to leave the child behind to face his fate - a fate that won't be carried out until 10 years into the future.
A rival TV channel tried to 'rescue' the boy, but was thwarted:
The TV station then went on to blame the network that broke the story of the doomed boy for sabotating their efforts:
You can view the original video story, and information about the boy wawa, here - I haven't had a chance to watch this original movie, but hope to do so tonight. I hope watching reveals that I have got everything right about Wawa and why he is under threat of death:
So... what is it I have been so frustrated and angry about lately? Somehow, it doesn't seem as important anymore - not when friends have brain tumours, and 6 year old boys are sentenced to death.