A test of character

Daniel Mazur is a man who has his priorities straight.

According to this article, he sacrificed his attempt to scale Everest in order to rescue a man left for dead by a previous team of climbers. Daniel, who was a hired guide, said “It was very disappointing for me to miss my chance at the summit, but even more that I could not get my job done.”

Consider that for a moment. Regret #1 — he failed his paying clients (who apparently agreed with him that the life of the man they found was more important than their own ascents). Regret #2 — he failed to make it to the summit himself. Of course the word “regret” is my own. Again, in Mazur’s own words: “Oh yeah, it was worth it. You can always go back to the summit but you only have one life to live. If we had left the man to die, that would have always been on my mind. … How could you live with yourself?”

Now… before you take this as a reaffirmation of your faith in humanity, read the whole article. Apparently on the way down Mazur and his clients passed a pair of Italian climbers making the ascent. When asked for help, they claimed to speak no English. The Italians proceeded with their ascent, and later Mazur learned that they DID speak English. In this group we find the wonderful example of people for whom another human life was just one more thing they didn’t want to be troubled with. Not only that, in order to dodge responsibility they were willing to perjure themselves atop the highest court in the world.

It’s extremely unlikely that you or I will ever be faced with these exact circumstances, or even something approaching this extreme. That’s fine. Throughout our lives we will be presented with opportunities to choose between serving ourselves in something trivial, or serving someone else in something that really matters. We can look to Daniel Mazur, and commit to making our own little decisions a little better.

Howard vs. Tree

I’ve mentioned the trio of pom-pommed scotch pines in our front yard before. In examining them this year, prior to the annual trim, I realized that the big tree had cleverly managed to re-assume a “pine tree” shape, as lower branches spread out and higher branches reached for the stars.

We can’t have that. I love trees, but these trees want to be 100 feet tall, and they’re all within six feet of the foundation of my house. They MUST be stunted, lest they reduce my property to rubble over the course of the next six decades.

So I borrowed a 14-foot stepladder from my neighbor (the one who co-owns a local tool-and-equipment rental company), and this evening I set about performing butchery in the name of bonsai. I decided to wear long sleeves and long pants, which may seem a little on the hot side in 90-degree weather, but which probably saved my life. The tree seems to know that I’m allergic to it, and so it defends its shape by attempting to inject me with “essence of pine” anywhere I’ve got bare skin. Last year my forearms were liberally peppered with welts. This year my shirt was liberally gummed up with sap.

Long story short: it’s done. I had to cut waaaay back in some places in order to encourage nice pom-pom shapes, so for the next couple of years the tree is going to look a little scraggly.

It is angry with me. It probably takes what little selfish pleasure there is to be had among treekin in the fact that after two Excedrin PM and a long, hot shower I can still feel my lungs itching. But by Wednesday I’ll be all better, and the tree will still be scraggly.

The most unfortunate province name ever…

At the very end of this article about wearing yellow shirts in Thailand (an interesting discussion of patriotism vs. the free market if ever there was one) we find the following paragraph (emphasis added):

“As a teacher, I was so embarrassed and felt pretty guilty for notwearing a yellow shirt while everyone else had one on,” said WanchaiKondongnok in the southern province of Chumporn.

I’m not sure what it means in Thai, but I’m sure I don’t want to find out what it means in English…

–Howard

Interesting… I have all three of these things in my house

I just read about this foiled Toronto terror plot, and they ran the following picture next to the article, describing the items that were seized:

Let’s see… a semiautomatic handgun, a soldering iron, and what appears to be a voltmeter. I have all three of these things in my house.

What I do not have is three tons of ammonium nitrate. Personally, I think that would have made a better picture.

–Howard

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