If my grandfather hadn’t gotten out of the family business of mining coal…he wouldn’t have joined the Merchant Marines, ending up in Detroit where he met and married my grandmother, and they wouldn’t have had my father who had health issues requiring a warm and dry climate which made them move to southern California where my father grew up and met and married my mom. And I wouldn’t have been born in San Bernardino where my youngest and best sister was also born and where my 8th grade drama teacher got me started in a career which later – after much family kerfuffle – took me to San Francisco where I met my bestest oldest friend and then to New York where I met Tony and Marna and Arnold and my now ex-husband who I’m still quite fond of and for whom I moved to Amsterdam, where I met my Dutch family and tribe and godchildren, who I couldn’t leave behind without breaking my heart when I realized the Netherlands wouldn’t be my permanent happy place, which realization made me move only as far as Scotland (instead of all the way back to New York or even California) so as to be happy yet still close enough to love and be loved by said Dutch family and tribe and godchildren.
So because my grandfather got out of the coal industry. I have my sister, my career, my bestest oldest friend, Tony, Marna and Arnold, my now ex-husband who I’m still quite fond of, my Dutch family and tribe and godchildren, and I live in my happy place and I’m…happy.
See what can happen when just one person gets out of coal? Maybe we should all try it.