When we hear a friend or family member is in the hospital in critical condition, we worry greatly. They might not “make it”; they may die. Serious indeed.
The definition I’m using is: pertaining to or of the nature of a crisis; of decisive importance with respect to the outcome, crucial.
So much of what is labeled of critical importance just isn’t. We are led to believe that so much of what is going on in the world is so important that it demands our immediate attention. We are beckoned to care, to react, to be indignant, to support or condemn. It’s exhausting mentally and psychologically.
If I watch the news, and take everything as seriously as they present it, I’d be in a catatonic state. Yet there are other events they don’t mention that really are critically important. The news du jour is fickle: it may be earth-shattering today, and not mentioned the next. Yet, the media does get some things right.
While the coverage of the Hurricane Harvey and its devastation of the lives of probably millions of people is somewhat repetitious, it is of critical importance that those people be helped, in many cases, immediately. I can’t imagine living in a world where I’ve lost everything, have only the clothes on my back, fear financial ruin, have to keep my family calm and occupied in a gym with a thousand other people, and can’t even get a decent drink of water.
Look at the coverage on TV: people helping people. They don’t shun one another because they’re black, white, gay, transsexual, poor or rich — the just do it. This is a lesson in basic humanity and caring for our fellow-man (women, children, and even pets).
The next item on the news may be about how terrible the left, the right, gun-owners, extremists on either end of the spectrum, Melania Trump’s shoes are — whatever, but when it comes down to saving someone in critical condition, people help people.
I love it and think it’s great news.