This blog is about life in Australia. And Australia is a continent that is pretty much out on its own. It’s a long way from many countries and about as far south east as you can get.
We’ve been through a rough time lately; floods, bushfires and cyclones. It’s been tough.
But we also have a “little brother”. He’s a little brother we take the Mickey out of relentlessly. We tease him constantly. To get us back, he often whoops our butts at rugby.
Yesterday our little brother got severely beaten up and there was nothing we could do to help. Sure, we will help him lick his wounds now, but those wounds will be deep.
I am a grown man, I don’t cry much. I cried when my dad died when I was 33 years of age. Then when I was just a few months short of my 50th birthday, I cried even more when my best friend Richard died. I mean heck, he was the same age as me!
But I cried again last month as I saw people being swept to their deaths by the inland tsunami in our neighbouring town of Toowoomba. Yesterday I cried again for our neighbouring country and the people of New Zealand.
New Zealand is no stranger to earthquakes. With the Alpine Fault running through South Island, they’ve had 12 big earthquakes in the last 30 years. But yesterday’s disaster could well turn out to be New Zealand’s worst.
Yes, this blog is about life in Australia. But today, our thoughts and our prayers are for New Zealand.