Little Bianca

A terrible drama unfolded in Montreal not so long ago. The life of an adorable young girl by the name of Bianca was snuffed by a senseless accident. It's an appaling story really and made quite a stir in the headlines and in the community.

The young girl was playing outside on her babysitter's lawn. As if anything was needed to epitomize such a tragedy as parents having to bury their own children, everything about this tragic event seems to contribute to make it that much more disheartening.

Someone once said there is probably no greater pain than having to bury your own child. And not having any of my own yet, I can only imagine how true that must be. There is something so unaturally wrong about surviving your own child. Bearing children is probably one of the most significant accomplishment in our lives, one of the most deeply rooted and surely one of the most painful blessing to part with.

Not that there is any right age to take that journey, but Bianca was only 3 years old and it somehow makes us cringe even a bit more to realize that.

Not that physical appearance really bears any significance, but Bianca was just such and adorable little ray of sunshine and had litterally the looks of a little angel.

Not that any child deserves any harm to come to them, but Bianca had a contagious smile and charming adorable personality. All children must bring some joy to their families but as her grandmother so eloquently put it...

"choking back tears as she delivered the eulogy. "Bianca, I'm sure you can hear us. Your smile is still with us. I will never forget it, your smile was contagious. We just had to see it, and we would forget all our troubles."

Not that there is ever a right time for such drama but it also occured on Halloween. I don't know about you but I always find it even more disturbing when something terrible occurs on a holiday, an anniversary, a birthday. Not that the people that go through such events need anything to remind them of the doomed date but it's as if it adds even more to the burden of that specific date on the calendar. And given the peculiar rapport between halloween, children and life in the afterworld, it just seems to make it just that much more wrong.

Not that there is ever any right set of circumstances, but this accident occured as the result of an apparent race between two young drivers...18 and 16 year old... who's family are also obviously devastated by this chilling turn of events. Possibly haunted with some form of guilt, full of fear for their own child and what awaits them. And potentially conflicted between the love of their children, the will to support them in facing this ordeal and their own condemning of such an irresponsible conduct with such grave consequences and irreparable faith.

And not that there's any right age to face this kind of ordeal, but the parents of the young Bianca are not much older than the drivers and both in their twenties, at the dawn of their family life that literally just got somehow snuffed away...

An not that there's any right place for such a tragic faith, but it took place in the quiet and peaceful suburbia of Ile Perrot. Isn't that where we go to somewhat shield our children from all the harm that could come to them in the city? Isn't it supposed to be safer?

I don't know about you, but everything about this just tears me on the inside. I have the deepest compassion for the parents of young Bianca and everyone else who's life has been afflicted by this terrible and appaling story.

We all know that millions of children die a million horrible death. We are well aware that here, in Canada, we have the privilege of living while billions of people and their children have to worry about daily survival. We are aware that there are thousands upon thousands of tragedies just as horrible if not more, every day, all around the world.

Let's not try to quantify or scale in any way the pain for a moment, let's not compare human sufferings of such magnitude and let's have a look at what effect it had on this community.

It affected a lot of people. It sent a chill down our spine. Why? For many various reasons. Some of them being the circumstances of the event. It generated various brilliant articles and reflections by great minds such as Patrick Lagace and Pierre Foglia. It generated many debates. Mixed emotions. Petitions...

Some blame the young drivers, some the parents of the drivers, some our society and the ever so present need for speed. Some say this accident might bring change and make a difference. Some are even more outraged because they think it still won't make a difference...

Yes the drivers obviously have a huge responsability. They could've been responsible enough to never race the cars in the first place. The parents of the drivers also bear a responsability. Were their children old enough, mature enough to drive without supervision? Obviously not. Are the governments responsible through their laws? Of course, in some way. Is 16 old enough to drive? Is the penal and criminal code tough enough on wreckless drivers and drunks? Probably not...

But every time a drama unfolds, no matter how close or how far from us, it seems even more pertinent to ask a certain different question. And that question is: How am I responsible? How can I make a difference? What set of actions can I perform from this momen forward to avoid a future occurence of this drama. How can we all make such a difference?

There are tons of ways in which we're pretty much all guilty at some level or another and tons of ways in which we can make a significant difference. First, to have an impact on the variables that come into play, we have to look into various causes or contributing factors and ask ourselves how we can impact them. Here are a few that come to mind from the top of my head:

1. Do we sometimes drive too fast ourselves? Can we make sure not too, not as much? Bring our level of awareness up?
   
2. Do we ever drive under the influence of some alcohol? A lot of people underestimate the effect of a little alcohol on our reflexes. A study states that at a 0.08 alcohol blood level, reflexes are as much as 36 times slower than sober...not 2-3 times. 36!! It's not to drive under normal circumstances that's impossible under the influence of some alcohol. It's to react on time in the face of the unpredictable. A pedestrian that falls or comes out of nowhere, a blown tire, a false manoeuver by another driver and so on and so forth.
   
3. Do we glorify driving fast in any way? through anecdotes, comments or else?
   
4. Do we let others around us be somewhat guilty of the same sins without mentionning a word? making ourselves silent accomplices of such apparently petty but how much so potentially latently lethal misdemeanors?
   
5. How can we raise the level of awareness of our loved ones by a conversation, a remark? an email to friends just kindly reminding them of our love, how precious life is and to buckle up, drive safe and not speed. Our co-workers? Our community? By a blog? By random and various conversations?

These are just some ideas to point us in the direction of making a difference. As for myself, I've decided to write this blog to spark a reflection. I don't have the answers but I humbly think I sometimes have valid questions and it is a great privilege to share them with you.

Thank you for taking the time to read me. Thank you for putting a bit of thought into it and for choosing at least one action that can make a difference and delaying as little as possible on that action that you now have in mind...

This reflection has brought me the idea of systemizing this thought process. What if when something goes wrong in the world around us in a way that grabs our attention, we did something about it? What if we focused most of our energies on what we, as a single piece of the puzzle, a single number in the equation of life, can personally actively do about it? Even in the most remote way....

Those little gestures make a world of a difference when they compound. One conversation. One email. One vote. That translates into thousands upon thousands. We, the part of this human race that have the luxury of living seem to bear a certain level of responsability in the faith of the others, those busy just surviving. Einstein reportedly stated that compound interest was the greatest invention of mankind. What if we could make compounding good deeds its direct successor on that throne? What if that was mostly all there is to it? what if it was just that simple?...

What if every day of our lives we made a conscious effort to compound a good deed and urge others to do so? Someone once said that every action we take, every gesture, every word we utter, every decision we make has a effect in the world like a rock that's been thrown in a pond. What if we casted thousands upon thousands of pebbles in the pond? Would there be a tsunami of positive impact in the world?

I would like to think so. And I would like to keep taking steps in that direction in something I would like to call the John S Miles initiative...

John Smiles is just a pen name. It's a persona, a literary double I created in my efforts to make a difference. The john smiles intitiative is just the incarnation of that will to make a difference.

Much thanks for your contribution and let our thoughts go to the families that are affected by the little Bianca tragedy in this time of mourning and hardship...

If you do want to get a sense of the beautiful life that was taken, have a look at this hommage to the little angel that was posted on youtube.

Best regards.

John S Miles