“I dreamt; and in my sleep, life was joy. I awoke and saw that life is service. I opened my heart; and behold, my service became my joy.”–R. Tagore, poet of India
I can’t sleep. I’m afraid to dream tonight.
The past couple of hours I corresponded with someone who witnessed the affects of drilling waste on coworkers. Something about patches of skin melting off and workers being overcome with the fumes. Horrible things… This is some of that harmless flow back, drilling mud and pit sludge and etc.
They do it because they need a job to feed their families. I had to ask why. People with power take advantage of and mistreat these workers.
Then, I received an email from a woman who lives in the 75022 and 75028 zip codes in Flower Mound. That’s where the state will study the cancer cluster. She has AML (acute mylogenous leukemia), diagnosed in 2008. Her friend also lived that zip code area and also had AML. Had. She died from it.
I blogged last week about a benzene symposium and how the Big Oil and Big Gas Mafia got in on the organizing. That was the BOBG Mafia pretending they care that they’re giving people cancer.
I just want to help make it better for everyone. It shouldn’t be this hard.