The front page of Sunday’s Medina Post reads “Hospital helicopters still an issue for neighbors”. Its a page one story about the Cleveland Clinic’s Medina Campus’ helipad, and how the departures and arrivals disrupt the surrounding neighborhood. My first reaction was to think that the people complaining had little ground to stand on and even less capacity for understanding the difficulties of critical logistics. After reading the article, I realized that I was right.
Having spent many years in a house that sat a short porch home run away from a busy railroad crossing on state route 252, I completely empathize with really hating a repetitive noise disruption to your daily life, but every now and then you just have to suck it up and be thankful for what you have.
Even worse, this isn’t some crass company moving freight, these are life saving operations. There’s a patient on those helicopters that is in critical need of the fastest transportation available to those that are charged with their care. Of course Cleveland Clinic is hearing the residents out, and will do their due diligence when it comes to possibly altering flight paths and putting up sound barriers, but come on people! These are lives we’re talking about here.
Instead of complaining about noise every time Life Flight lands, how about you say a prayer for the person that needs it. Who may only ever be able to hear a noise like that again because they were on the helicopter.
As a parting idea for this post, I leave you with one more complaint: A resident was upset that helicopter noise disrupted Christmas morning for her, her husband and their five children. I bet they were all so short sighted in their annoyance over losing five minutes of Christmas that not once did anyone look around the room and wonder how they would feel if the people they loved the most ever needed that helicopter.
And it wasn’t there.