Last Spring when the BP Deepwater Horizon rig exploded, like many others I felt an immense sense of loss. Loss of life. Loss of habitat. And to some degree, a loss of faith in humanity.
I recall a friend of mine showing me photos on his iPhone just a few days after the explosion. He was in town for his birthday and although I knew he worked on an oil rig, I didn’t know just how close to home this hit him. He was on the rig right next to the Deepwater Horizon, and he was showing me photos of the unfolding disaster he had taken with his phone as the inferno raged a short distance across the water.
My heart ached. And ached. And ached some more. Continue Reading…
