Some things trouble me for one reason or another, and some things that troubled me at one time, no longer cause me too much concern. The problem with ageing is that perspective changes over time, and our lens on life become a tad more focused on things that really matter. Things that matter as we grow older are for the most part, incomprehensible until we are faced with with the realisation, they are important.
To learn that a man, an older man with failing eyesight, reliant upon a white stick when out and about, was taken for a sword wielding hooligan beggars belief. Importantly in this story, the aggressive police officer who used a taser on him for no other reason than the officer felt this slow walking, blind man was a genuine threat to public safety. It was a good job the victim had his back to the officer in question, else the officer would have seen the look of abject horror on the old man's face.
In Cyprus in 1974, I had cause to shout at a man to identify himself before I fired a round from my rifle. I warned him I was armed and that if he failed to stop, I would fire. Said in English, and as I was in Cyprus, I used Greek and Turkish words as well. My shouted warning was clear and many people stopped, turned to face the shouting man and gave me time to assess the situation. No shot was fired that time, no man was hurt or worse.
My troubled concern tells me now, that somehow I find it hard to believe that a british police officer, could fail to give proper warning before doing something harmful to a member of the public. Thank heavens the officer was not armed with live ammunition. But what of the officers training, was it adequate and comprehensive, do his supervisors know by how much they have failed the taxpayer?
As I get a little older, I see more clearly what things matter more, and if I had been there at the time, that officer would have woken up in a hospital.