I feel about helicopters somewhat the way you do about sirens. When I was young, we lived a few blocks from the largest hospital in the state, where my mother was in medical school. I remember her explaining to me that the helicopters we heard overhead were bringing sick and injured people from faraway parts of the state (or, I suppose, from anywhere during home football games--the stadium is cheek-by-jowl with the hospital) to get treated at the big hospital.
That was the same era where we ate dinner at a card table in the living room every Monday night so we could watch M*A*S*H. At six I had little understanding of the large implications of the show, but I knew my mom was learning to be a doctor like Hawkeye and BJ (and of course Radar was from Iowa, just like us).
I know in my logical mind that helicopters are used to end lives and injure people as often--or more often--than they are to save people, but I can't override the feeling of that early chopper sound.
Ah that's beautiful! I will hear choppers differently now - they might just as easily be helping get people places they need to go (whether medically or just the traffic coptors reporting the blocked streets, haha) -- what a gorgeous immersion in the medical industry you had as a child. I tried to find M*A*S*H to show my older teens, but it doesn't seem to be streaming anywhere. The movie is too grim....but oh that theme song.
I cannot bring myself to watch that video. My middle schooler is tiny and had to cross a parkway to get to school. Deep breaths help me teeter between ensuring he makes it to adulthood and ensuring he has some life skills and independence when he gets there. Denial is an important ingredient in my parenting strategy.
I hear you - the most evolved human trait is the ability to hold conflicting thoughts in our heads. (the video, while painful is also funny - it's so mean to massive SUV owners. Bitingly sarcastic.)
I feel about helicopters somewhat the way you do about sirens. When I was young, we lived a few blocks from the largest hospital in the state, where my mother was in medical school. I remember her explaining to me that the helicopters we heard overhead were bringing sick and injured people from faraway parts of the state (or, I suppose, from anywhere during home football games--the stadium is cheek-by-jowl with the hospital) to get treated at the big hospital.
That was the same era where we ate dinner at a card table in the living room every Monday night so we could watch M*A*S*H. At six I had little understanding of the large implications of the show, but I knew my mom was learning to be a doctor like Hawkeye and BJ (and of course Radar was from Iowa, just like us).
I know in my logical mind that helicopters are used to end lives and injure people as often--or more often--than they are to save people, but I can't override the feeling of that early chopper sound.
Ah that's beautiful! I will hear choppers differently now - they might just as easily be helping get people places they need to go (whether medically or just the traffic coptors reporting the blocked streets, haha) -- what a gorgeous immersion in the medical industry you had as a child. I tried to find M*A*S*H to show my older teens, but it doesn't seem to be streaming anywhere. The movie is too grim....but oh that theme song.
I cannot bring myself to watch that video. My middle schooler is tiny and had to cross a parkway to get to school. Deep breaths help me teeter between ensuring he makes it to adulthood and ensuring he has some life skills and independence when he gets there. Denial is an important ingredient in my parenting strategy.
I hear you - the most evolved human trait is the ability to hold conflicting thoughts in our heads. (the video, while painful is also funny - it's so mean to massive SUV owners. Bitingly sarcastic.)