Last night at a few minutes after 6:00 my wife and I left our house for our usual evening walk. Not long after, we reached Nicollet Ave, a primary north south street in our city. As we turned around we stopped to watch a police car heading north on Nicollet. It was moving fast with full lights and sirens going.
What struck me as odd was that this squad car was a Minnesota State Trooper, not a local black and white. It’s rare to see a trooper screaming at high speed through our city, since their jurisdiction is the highway system.
Later that night we discovered why. And so did the rest of the nation.
This morning Minnesota is in shock. A major bridge in Minneapolis collapsed. No warning. Nothing unusual. It just dropped 64 feet into the Mississippi River. At least 50 cars fell into the river. As many as 60 people were injured. Nine people have reportedly died.
Our governor rightly called it a “catastrophe of historic proportions”.
I don’t write about this today to solicit sympathy or to simply spread the news. Part of this is therapeutic. (Call me selfish.) When something like this happens, we all deal with it differently. I write. So I write it out of my system.
But the main reason I write about this tragedy today is that it shows us something important about who we are and how we’re designed.
When catastrophes happen, people respond.
They respond by helping however they can. They call 911 on their cell phones. They dive into the Mississippi River to help people get out. They help a disabled man out of his van that had become stranded on part of the bridge. They help rescue workers carry injured people up the 60 foot river banks to waiting ambulances. They stand in line to donate blood.
Within minutes both banks of the river were teeming with nurses, national guard personnel and others who wanted to help.
Then the pros started arriving. First came responders from the cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. Then Bloomington, Roseville, and just about every suburb and city around the metro area. Police, paramedics, more nurses. Anyone who was trained to respond to trauma got in their car and headed downtown to do their part.
That’s why we saw a Minnesota State Trooper tearing through the streets of Burnsville at a little after 6:00 last night. He was responding to the call for help.
When I see this I’m always impressed. But I’m never surprised.
One thing that ties all of us imperfect humans together is our willingness, our desire to help others. It’s hard-coded into us. I don’t think it’s something you can train or motivate a person to do. And in situations like this, we just do it without thinking.
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