The Woman I Didn’t Know

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When ‘bad’ things happen to us, or our loved ones, we take action. Those stories we’ve heard about muggers or benefits cuts or climate change suddenly become more real and relevant.
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But why does it have to happen to someone we know? Why is it only then important?
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I’ve been doing as much as I can for the environment for some time now…
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But I’m not doing it for me. I’m not doing it for my wife who, luckily, got home through the floods OK last night.
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No, I’m doing it for the woman I didn’t know. The one I never met. The one whose body was pulled from the river two miles downstream of where she was swept away, in a place I’ve never visited.
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For she is my “loved ones”. We are not separate despite having never met.
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