
So, when I heard about the young girl who died on a trip, and that the group continued because there were appointments to keep and a minister to meet, something in me went cold. I am completely heartbroken for the family; a life cut short is always devastating. My anger isn’t at grief. It’s at the casualness, the prioritizing of selfies and schedules over a human being’s life.
Picture this: It’s last night, I’m in the wilderness after a long day of tackling trails on my motorcycle, finally unwinding at a campsite with the stars overhead and the crackle of my campfire.
Peaceful, right? Wrong.