a worthwile career
I spoke to a fisherman winched from the drink after his trawler capsized one night. He said as you loose body heat your mind stars to drift & eventually it gets peaceful. Then the sound of something man made intrudes over the wind & rain and an unbelievably bright shining light stabs the blackness. He said being winched towards that light was like ascending into heaven.
Winchmen remind me of the guy walking along the beach throwing back fish stranded by the tide. Someone commented on the futility of the task given how many fish there were. "Made a difference to that one" the guy said as he tossed another back. In the end that's how things get done in this world, one life at a time.