Yesterday afternoon, I was coding away on a client website – trying to progress my knowledge of Textpattern. The iPod was blasting out my various collections of songs. Twitter was pinging away with tweets from all over the world. I had put two cups of coffee, a can of Coke and my first mug of tea behind me. I was definitely shifting into 5th gear as I powered on through work into the late afternoon.
Then I caught the BBC news.
The death count in Gaza was up to 900 – with about one third of those believed to be women and children. There’s a terribly sad thought: the recent fighting has been going on for three weeks or so, and already almost 1000 people – mums, dads, brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, grandmas, grandpas, neighbours, friends and work colleagues – are dead.
How I fear what those poor people must be enduring. They are caught in the world of violence that tears apart Gaza and Israel. Bombs fall, rockets fire, more bombs fall and yet more rockets fire. I doubt I would last even a day.
I drank my last cup of tea in silence and pondered the vastly inconsequential worries of my current work day.
