The big bridge breaks in half, falls in the Mississippi. The skies open over southern Minnesota, sweeping houses away as people cling to the roof, opening a road to swallow cars. We come together to respond, to give aid, to console the bereaved and one another.
And yet. Every day small tragedies play out. A teenage boy is thrown out of his home by his parents, again. An elderly mind drifts deeper into the fog of Alzheimer's. A young father/brother/son dies in Iraq, Afghanistan, Colombia.
The big disasters are safer. The bridge and the flood are contained, defined. Such disasters happen only once in a long while. By focusing on the big ones, we can pretend that disasters do not lurk in daily life.
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