Complaining about the state of the nation and the world appears to be our national pastime. At least for now.

From the snouts in the trough excess as seen in the recent Pacific Brands white collar pay rises, while the blue collars were left jobless. To looters stealing from those who’ve lost everything. Yes they’re a pack of scumbags.

Then the other night I received a dose of reality. The real side of humanity.

We were called to transport a small child, about 5 years old and his mum to the major children’s hospital in town. He’d had a couple of seizures and needed to get a thorough once over from the neuro specialists.

The boy had cerebral palsy and had experienced seizures before. This time, however, the seizures were more severe and generalised unlike the absence seizures that he’d had before.

They’d been in the emergency department for the last four hours and the boy was in a sedated but restless sleep. Mum looked exhausted but sat watching over her son even though it was 2 am.

She said to me later that she feared that if she closed her eyes he’d be gone. He wasn’t her only son but at the moment he was everything in the world to her.

This is what life is about. The love for one another. The caring. The sharing.

Life has nothing to do with paychecks and Porches. TVs and thievery.

It was all I could do to make her smile.