I'm born in a mining area and when I was a kid in 1962, there was a big explosion in a mine and 299 miners died. Noone in my family- but there was no kid in my class friends and family of which were not touched by this disaster.
Both of my grandpas were working in the mines and my mom's dad died in an accident down there 2 years before I was born at the age I have now.
Miners are very proud men- as they know they can face their death daily.
My heart goes out to these people. Seeing the sky again after such a time- it's a first class miracle!