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12.3.11

Be Grateful of Where You Live.


With all that’s going on in the news at the moment I find myself everyday being grateful for where I live.
I’ve never really been the type to bitch about living in England. Ok, the weather isn’t perfect all the time, sometimes we have horrid summers, we might not agree on how the country is run, where government money  and our tax money goes, how much benefit those who can’t be bothered to work get etc. But it could be SO much worse.

I start by looking at things that have been happening in Tunisia, Egypt and now Libya, with Libya being the worst of the three.
Are we really that unhappy with our government that we would want to protest and fight each other to get them out?
Some of us want Labour, some want Conservative, some want Liberal Democrats etc. We live in a country where we vote for who gets in, we’ve voted, and our choice has been made. To then want to over-through a choice that we as a nation have made would be ridiculous. We will never ALL be happy with who is running the country. Never.
And looking at how the leaders of some other countries, such as Cornol Gaddafi, treat their people, we should be so grateful that we don’t have leaders like him. David Cameron wouldn’t choose to shoot at us and send planes in if we all protested. Look at the student protests last year, some were given blankets and water. In other countries there is absolutely no way that students would have been allowed to protest the way ours did.

Then looking at the natural disasters that we see taking place almost on a daily basis currently.
Floods, hurricanes, tornados, earthquakes and Tsunamis. And we moan over a tiny bit of rain and cold weather.
Thousands and thousands of people have lost their lives in Japan the last couple of days, and who knows how many more will also. Homes and workplaces ruined, as well as lives. I can’t begin to imagine where or how you start to rebuild your life after such devastation. How do you go back to normal day to day life without constantly thinking “Is it going to happen again?”
I think a lot of people have some idea that living in Australia would be ideal, hot weather, surfing, barbeques, etc. Yet you see the devastation caused by the recent flooding and hurricane and realise that actually, it is no more perfect than England at all.
Ok we have our fair share of horrid weather and floods, and the snow caused havoc but I believe, with regards to the snow, that as a country we just panic rather than dealing with it. I understand that councils were stingy with salt, I think in the whole of the winter at the end of last year/beginning of this year I saw the Salt lorry once. We live near a busy road (which we can see from our bedroom window) and that road needed Salt, yet it was laid once.
We live on a close though, thankfully isn’t too busy but we had thick snow, yet it was easier to drive in the thick snow than to glide along on the horrid ice which was forming on the busier roads which hadn’t been covered in Salt.
As a close I think if we did have any problems with getting cars in and out of the close, I for one, and I think the people who live opposite, would’ve got a shovel and a broom and swept away what we could to make it easier. As a country we need to work as a community more, get to know our neighbours, help our neighbours, and not to expect others to do things for us.

Back to the point at hand, and one last thing really. Next time you look out of your window and see that it is raining, don’t complain about the English weather. Be grateful that it is “just” rain tapping at your window and not a Tsunami crashing down your beautiful home. Next time its so windy that you can’t even put an umbrella up or so windy that it breaks your umbrella and that the wind “just” blows down a fence panel in your back garden, be grateful that you aren’t having to hide in your house from a hurricane, or having to drive to another town where you have nowhere to stay and have to sleep in a sports hall or community centre, where instead you can shelter from the wind in your lovely warm house. Where fence panels are just knocked down from a gust of wind, and its not the walls or ceiling from your house being knocked down from a massive earthquake.

Things could be worse. They really could.