Miners mourn death of U.S. President's speech

 Miners mourn death of U.S. president's speech
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Werre here to memorialize 29 Americans: Carl Acord. Jason Atkins. Christopher Bell. Gregory Steven Brock. Kenneth Allan Chapman. Robert Clark. Charles Timothy Davis. Cory Davis. Michael Lee Elswick. William I. Griffith. Steven Harrah. Edward Dean Jones. Richard K. Lane. William Roosevelt Lynch. Nicholas Darrell McCroskey. Joe Marcum. Ronald Lee Maynor. James E. Mooney. Adam Keith Morgan. Rex L. Mullins. Joshua S. Napper. Howard D. Payne. Dillard Earl Persinger. Joel R. Price. Deward Scott. Gary Quarles. Grover Dale Skeens. Benny Willingham. And Ricky Workman.

Carl. Acord. Atkins, Christopher. Bell, Gregory. Steve. Block,
Kenneth. Allen. Chapman, Robert. Clark, Charles. Timothy. Davis. Davis,
Michael. Lee. Elswick. I. Griffith. Harrah. Di Well. Jones,
Richard. K. Lane. Ross Wiltshire. Lynch, Nicholas. Jones. Joe Marcum. Markham,
Ronald. Lee. Meyer, James. E. Mooney. Keith. Morgan, Rex. L. Mullins. S. Napier,
Howard. D. Payne . El. Joel. R. Price, Joel. Scott, Gary. Court Las,
Grover. Dell. Ricky Workman. Wei Ling Han Farm and Ridge. Workman. leave in your lives. If any comfort can be found, it can, perhaps, be found by seeking the face of God - (applause) - who quiets our troubled minds, a God who mends our broken hearts, a God who eases our mourning souls.
I, Vice President, Governor, or the absence of any one person, can not say any words, you can fill your wounds for the families. If any can be found, comfort, perhaps by seeking only from God, God comfort our troubled minds, repair broken hearts, to reduce our mourning hearts.
Even as we mourn 29 lives lost, we also remember 29 lives lived. Up at 4 : 30 am, 5:00 in the morning at the latest, they began their day, as they worked, in darkness. In coveralls and hard-toe boots, a hardhat over their heads, they would sit quietly for their hour-long journey , five miles into a mountain, the only light the lamp on their caps, or the glow from the mantrip they rode in.
Day after day, they would burrow into the coal, the fruits of their labor, what so often we take for granted: the electricity that lights up a convention center; that lights up our church or our home, our school, our office; the energy that powers our country; the energy that powers the world. (Applause.)
Although we mourn the 29 lives lost, we also remember the 29 who live in the world lives. 4:30 to get up 5 at the latest, they began their day, they work in the dark. wearing overalls and hard toe boots, wearing a helmet, sit quietly for an hour's journey, go to the mine five miles away, the only light is from their wearing of helmets on the issue of, or the radio along the way light.
day, they dig the coal, which is the fruit of their labor, which we take for granted: it lights up a convention center; lights up our churches and homes, schools, office; to run our country energy; to maintain the world's energy.
And most days theyrd emerge from the dark mine, squinting at the light. Most days, theyrd emerge, sweaty and dirty and dusted from coal. Most days, theyrd come home. But not that day.
These men-n these husbands, fathers, grandfathers, brothers sons, uncles, nephews-n they did not take on their job unaware of the perils. Some of them had already been injured; some of them had seen a friend get hurt. So they understood there were risks. And their families did, too. They knew their kids would say a prayer at night before they left. They knew their wives would wait for a call when their shift ended saying everything was okay . They knew their parents felt a pang of fear every time a breaking news alert came on, or the radio cut in.
But they left for the mines anyway-n some, having waited all their lives to be miners; having longed to follow in the footsteps of their fathers and their grandfathers. And yet, none of them did it for themselves alone.
most of the time, they mine from the dark, squinting at the light. most of the time, they leaned mine, full of sweat and grime. Most of the time, they can go home. but not that day.
these people, these husbands, fathers, grandfathers, brothers, sons, uncles, nephews, they are engaged in this work , did not ignore the risks. Some of them have been wounded, some of them had seen a friend get hurt. So, they know there are risks. their families know. They know that to mine before their kids would pray at night. They knew their wives waiting for their call when the task is completed, everything was okay. They know that every time a news broadcast, or the radio is suddenly cut off, their parents will feel a pang of fear.
but they left for the mines. Some people waited all their lives as miners; they look into the parents traveled. However, they do not make choices for themselves.
All that hard work, all that hardship, all the time spent underground, it was all for the families. It was all for you. For a car in the driveway, a roof overhead. For a chance to give their kids opportunities that they would never know, and enjoy retirement with their spouses. It was all in the hopes of something better. And so these miners lived-n as they died-n in pursuit of the American Dream.
that hard work, hardship, spent in the ground time, both for the families. all for you; also to the way of a moving car, a roof overhead lights; to give their kids a chance to enjoy with a partner for future retirement. This is all in the hopes have a better life. Therefore, pursuit of these miners lived the American dream, they died.
There, in the mines, for their families, they became a family themselves-n sharing birthdays, relaxing together, watching Mountaineers football or basketball together, spending days off together, hunting or fishing. They may not have always loved what they did, said a sister, but they loved doing it together. They loved doing it as a family. They loved doing it as a community .
Thatrs a spirit thatrs reflected in a song that almost every American knows. But itrs a song most people, I think, would be surprised was actually written by a coal minerrs son about this town, Beckley, about the people of West Virginia. Itrs the song, Lean on Me-n an anthem of friendship, but also an anthem of community, of coming together.
in the mines, to their families, they became a family: to celebrate each other's birthday relaxing together, watching football or basketball, spend time together, hunting or fishing. They may not always like these things, but they like doing it together. They like it as a family to do this. they like as a communities doing it.
It is also well-known American spirit in a song. I think most people, is this song actually written by the son of a coal miner, on Beckley The town, on the people of West Virginia. the song, for all to see in the minutes, and hours, and days after the tragedy. Rescuers, risking their own safety, scouring narrow tunnels saturated with methane and carbon monoxide, hoping against hope they might find a survivor. Friends keeping porch lights on in a nightly vigil; hanging up homemade signs that read, . In the days that followed the disaster, emails and letters poured into the White House. Postmarked from different places across the country, they often began the same way: I am the son of a coal miner. Never forget, they say, miners keep Americars lights on. (Applause.) And then in these letters, they make a simple plea: Donrt let this happen again. (Applause.) Don't let this happen again.
How can we fail them? How can a nation that relies on its miners not do everything in its power to protect them? How can we let anyone in this country put their lives at risk by simply showing up to work; by simply pursuing the American Dream ?
We cannot bring back the 29 men we lost. They are with the Lord now. Our task, here on Earth, is to save lives from being lost in another such tragedy; to do what must do, individually and collectively, to assure safe conditions underground - (applause) - to treat our miners like they treat each other - like a family. (Applause.) Because we are all family and we are all Americans. (Applause.) And we have to lean on one another, and look out for one another, and love one another, and pray for one another.
Therers a psalm that comes to mind today-na psalm that comes to mind, a psalm we often turn to in times of heartache.
our miners. (Applause.) God bless their families. God bless West Virginia. (Applause.) And God bless the United States of America. (Applause.)
disaster in the minutes, hours, and days later, The community was eventually outside attention. rescuers, the risks and filled with methane and carbon monoxide in the narrow tunnels, hoping against hope to find a survivor. friends porch lights vigil; hung homemade signs that read , the White House. postmark from across the country, people are usually the same at the beginning: women miners. Requirements: Do not let this happen again. Do not let this happen again.
we fail them? How can a country not entirely dependent on miners to perform their duties fully protect them? How can we tolerate people of our country only because up to work life; by simply pursuing the American dream in?
We can not let 29 men we lost. They are with the Lord. Our task here is to prevent another such tragedy of life In the passing away. to do what we must do, individually and collectively, to ensure safe conditions, to treat us like they treat each other miners, as a family. because we are one people, we are all Americans. We have to rely on each other, watch each other, love each other, pray for one another.
Today, I think of a hymn, heartache when we think of this song. fear no evil, for You are with me. your rod and your staff, they comfort me. !
(Applause.)
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