Yesterday our local Auction Mart held a massive sale in aid of the Air Ambulance organisation - such a boon in this area. A huge number of local businesses, local farmers and countryfolk donated things such as a day's shooting, a bottle of whisky, bales of straw and hay and the like. Apparently the whole thing was a great success.
Our nearest hospital is The Friarage Hospital in Northallerton, which is about twenty five miles away. The next nearest, and the large one where the really sophisticated equipment such as scanners is located, is more than twice that far, so you can see how very vital these air ambulances are. I was certainly glad of one when I had my attack just over three years ago. To be helicoptered out of our paddock and into James Cook University Hospital in a very short time certainly helped me, although I knew nothing of it at the time.
But yet again on Friday three Air Ambulances were needed very close to where we live, when two cars collided on a cross roads. All three occupants were local young men - all are in hospital very seriously injured. At present that is all we know, but I am sure that whatever the situation the fact that they could be airlifted out quickly is bound to have helped.
When will these young men learn? In my young days it was motor bikes and I was under strict instructions never to go on one. Now days I suspect that no girl would ever go out with a boy if he didn't have a car. Times have changed. What has not changed is the devil may care attitude that accidents 'can't happen to me - always to somebody else.' Let's sincerely hope that all three young men make a full recovery.