The 33 rd miner was composed as he quietly listened to his president. Earlier, I saw other reunions and wondered at their
at the self restraint of the relatives as each patiently waited for the Phoenix to emerge from the bowels of the earth. They had stayed for seventy days. Did they hold their breath during the last fifteen minutes of that wait? How do you greet the men you've missed so long with the whole world watching. Decorously, I guess. These dignified ladies who had the faith to hope despite the overwhelming odds now has the joy of certainty. Sometimes, unusual events create faith and I feel God close. Then the crisis ends and and I go weak at the knees. Coping with routine is so much harder. Doubtless, the time may come when these men would be asked to pick up their socks from the floor or take the garbage out. Normalcy will bring its own healing struggles so to night , I thank God for giving the world a miracle, giving us a day to rejoice. For the ladies and other relatives who kept vigil by the tunnel, for all the people involved in this quilt of cooperation, may normal life bring strength.
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