As the descendant of miners, I feel a great deal of pity and sympathy for the families of the six miners trapped underground in Utah. Though none of my immediate family have ever gone below, the reality of the coal-mining family feels deeply embedded in my family identity, though, fortunately, in a detached and somewhat unfathomable way. Somehow, through some miracle, none of my great-uncles died below in the coal mines of Cape Breton, despite being a mile below and several miles out under the ocean. Truly remarkable. I pray that the 6 miners in Huntington will be as fortunate.
Spare a moment, spare a thought.