I Don’t Usually Do Silver Linings…

Okay, so I’ve spent the last couple of days deciphering government websites.  And staring at spreadsheets, playing with variables & formulae.  Good Lord, do I need a beer — I wish there was a brewery around here!

Ahem.

Okay, so…I’m gonna switch gears for my own sanity.  My big (first world) problem is that I have two things I want to write about; two things that, I should add, have absolutely nothing to do with each other.  Of course, after spending hours upon hours reading government regulations, thinking about & doing two opposing things at once seems perfectly normal!

Alright, so the first thing…Russia.  And Ukraine.

Yup, startin’ off light, ain’t I?

In 1938 Hitler annexed Austria to the German 3rd Reich in the Anschluss.  The rest of the world worried and fretted and shook their fingers at him.

Six months later he appropriated the (badly misnamed) sudetenland from Czechoslovakia.  The rest of the world worried and fretted and shook their fingers at him.  There was Peace In Our Time.

In 1939 the first shells started falling at the Battle of Westerplatte as he moved to take Poland.  The rest of the world burned.

In 2008 Vladimir Putin took a large chunk of Georgia.  The rest of the world worried and fretted and shook their fingers at him.

In 2014 Vladimir Putin took the Crimea.  The rest of the world worried and fretted and shook their fingers at him.

In 2022 the first shells started falling on Ukraine.  Do I need to go back to my Yeats from a couple of posts ago and talk about that rough beast slouching towards Bethlehem to be born?*

*If you don’t get the allusion, go read some freaking poetry!  Harrumph.

As I write this, the fighting is hottest around Kharkov — for those whose historical perspective is a bit lacking, Kharkov is (previously) best known to history as the sight of the largest tank battle in history.

Now, to counter that dark cloud with something a bit more silver lining-ish…

On February 26, 2022 Christian Eriksen started a game for Brentford in the English Premier League.

Gee, I hear you mutter, that’s nice, but who the hell cares?

On June 12th, 2021 Christian Eriksen died on the field during an international game in Copenhagen.

He died, but the medics started CPR within seconds…

He died, but the doctors got his heart going again…

He died, then he lived.  He had a tiny, permanent device implanted to keep his heart going later that year, but no one expected anything more.  It was a great story, for a world-class athlete to die and then live again, but who could expect more?  How could anyone do anything more than live again?  Hug your kids, watch a new sunrise, and just get on with a new life…

Christian Eriksen just played the first game of that new life in the toughest league in the world.

How’s that for a freaking silver lining?

{Musical Note — because Irish music makes everything better!}