The Good Oil




If the following story happened to you, how would you respond?

What choices would you make to create a new future from the ruins of crisis and tragedy?


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A university student and lead singer in a band starting to make its way on the Sydney music scene, 23-year-old Peter was sleeping downstairs in the Lindfield family home on Sydney's North Shore when fire broke out on the top floor of the two-storey house about 2.30am. He was forced from his bedroom by the smoke before hearing his mother Betty's desperate screams for help from her upstairs room.

Police later said that Betty’s cries for help were heard more than two blocks away.

Peter, rushed from his downstairs bedroom and tried twice to get up the stairs to his mother.

But he was forced back both times by smoke and flames.

Neighbours still remember that "terrible night" in 1977 when the Cape Cod-style wooden house went up in flames.

They remember Peter standing in the middle of Eton Road, shouting and screaming "My mother's in there" through the pain of burns to his own face and hands.

Three fire trucks arrived, but could not save 50-year-old Betty from the gutted house.

A neighbour said the street took up a collection for Peter and his brother Matthew, who were left with nothing after the fire.

"They didn't even have clothes for the funeral," the neighbour said.

Peter’s father had died of an illness when the budding musician was still in school.


(These are edited excerpts from this Sydney Morning Herald article )


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Fast forward 32 years, and where do we find Peter?

Is he dead? Has his life been ruined by the tragedy? Has he turned to drugs and alcohol to cope with the pain of this enormous suffering and loss?

No.

In 2009, 32 years on, Peter Garrett is standing in the spotlight, centre-stage at the Melbourne Cricket Ground; his reformed band, “Midnight Oil”, headlining the biggest paid concert in Australian history – the “Sound Relief” benefit concert, to raise money for those affected by the North Queensland floods, and the Victorian bushfires.

His is a story of perseverance, determination and an unyielding passion to make a difference; to contribute to humanity and help make the world a better place.

Not only did Peter remain in his band after the tragedy, he focussed his energies and passions towards the things that were closest to his heart.

He became a political, social and environmental activist.

In the late 1980s and 1990s, he became president of the Australian Conservation Foundation . In 1993 he joined the international board of Greenpeace .

In 2000 he was awarded the Australian Humanitarian Foundation Award in the Environment category.

In 2003, he was appointed a Member of the Order of Australia for his contribution to environment and the music industry.

And, after the Labor Party won the Australian Federal election in 2007, Garrett was appointed Federal Minister for the Environment, Heritage and the Arts by Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd.

He is still a serving Minister today.


Here are the insights and wisdom that Peter garnered from his tragedy…

"If you can talk about what happened in any way, you can say that it hurts but it also focuses you on what's important and what's real in life."

Garrett said the important things in life were the power of love and the necessity for love.

"And the necessity to be able to work and develop relationships with family and friends, and to be productive in civic and creative life."



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This current economic crisis presents all of us with an opportunity to rebuild and start afresh.

What future will we choose to create for ourselves, and our world from the ashes of this crisis?


After reading Peter Garrett’s inspiring story, I know which path I will be choosing to take.

How about you?

Slow Me Down


Slow me down, Lord!
Ease the pounding of my heart
By the quieting of my mind.
Steady my harried pace
With a vision of the eternal reach of time.

Give me,
Amidst the confusions of my day,
The calmness of the everlasting hills.
Break the tensions of my nerves
With the soothing music
Of the singing streams
That live in my memory.

Help me to know
The magical power of sleep,
Teach me the art
Of taking minute vacations
Of slowing down
To look at a flower;
To chat with an old friend
Or make a new one;
To pat a stray dog;
To watch a spider build a web;
To smile at a child;
Or to read a few lines from a good book.

Remind me each day
That the race is not always to the swift;
That there is more to life
Than increasing its speed.

Let me look upward
Into the branches of the towering oak
And know that it grew great and strong
Because it grew slowly and well.

Slow me down, Lord,
And inspire me to send my roots deep
Into the soil of life's enduring values
That I may grow toward the stars
Of my greater destiny.

- Wilfred A. Peterson


From - http://www.wingscancerfoundation.org/index.cfm?section=3&page=74

Being a Young Boy Sitting





"Unless you become as little children, you will not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven."


From - http://www.wide-awake.org/chap1.html ...

"In spite of the training, discipline, teachings, and practices, Siddhartha was not satisfied. He had been practicing for years, and still he felt no closer to the truth. When he got in touch with his body, he realized, "This is really getting me nowhere," he thought. He wondered whether he would die of hunger, failing at his task.

At that moment a young girl named Sujata walked by and offered him a bowl of rice milk. He didn't know if he should eat it. Suddenly a memory appeared before his eyes. He remembered being a young boy sitting in the shade of a rose apple tree while his father worked in the gardens. He felt protected by the tree and experienced a bliss and peace he had never felt before. In that moment he was doing nothing to starve or challenge his body, but something wonderful had happened in his mind.

"Maybe I have gone too far," he thought. "Maybe starvation isn't the way to freedom."

Returning to the present, he accepted Sujata's milk and drank, feeling his body strengthen. His self-righteous disciples were horrified. They accused him of giving up and they went off in search of someone more holy.

In that magical moment when Siddhartha had his childhood vision, he had been sitting under a beautiful pipal tree with heart-shaped leaves. Today it is known as the Bodhi Tree, or tree of awakening because it became the site of the Buddha's full awakening."