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1、 Were here to memorialize 29 Americans: Carl Acord. Jason Atkins. Christopher Bell. Gregory Steven Brock. Kenneth Allan Chapman. Robert Clark. Charles Timothy Davis. Cory Davis. Michael Lee Elswick. William I. Griffith. Steven Harrah. Edward Dean Jones. Richard K. Lane. William Roosevelt Lynch. Nich
2、olas Darrell McCroskey. Joe Marcum. Ronald Lee Maynor. James E. Mooney. Adam Keith Morgan. Rex L. Mullins. Joshua S. Napper. Howard D. Payne. Dillard Earl Persinger. Joel R. Price. Deward Scott. Gary Quarles. Grover Dale Skeens. Benny Willingham. And Ricky Workman. Nothing I, or the Vice President,
3、or the Governor, none of the speakers here today, nothing we say can fill the hole they leave in your hearts, or the absence that they leave in your lives. If any comfort can be found, it can, perhaps, be found by seeking the face of God - (applause) - who quiets our troubled minds, a God who mends
4、our broken hearts, a God who eases our mourning souls. Even as we mourn 29 lives lost, we also remember 29 lives lived. Up at 4:30 a.m., 5:00 in the morning at the latest, they began their day, as they worked, in darkness. In coveralls and hard-toe boots, a hardhat over their heads, they would sit q
5、uietly for their hour-long journey, five miles into a mountain, the only light the lamp on their caps, or the glow from the mantrip they rode in. Day after day, they would burrow into the coal, the fruits of their labor, what so often we take for granted: the electricity that lights up a convention
6、center; that lights up our church or our home, our school, our office; the energy that powers our country; the energy that powers the world. (Applause.) And most days theyd emerge from the dark mine, squinting at the light. Most days, theyd emerge, sweaty and dirty and dusted from coal. Most days, t
7、heyd come home. But not that day. These men - these husbands, fathers, grandfathers, brothers sons, uncles, nephews - they did not take on their job unaware of the perils. Some of them had already been injured; some of them had seen a friend get hurt. So they understood there were risks. And their f
8、amilies did, too. They knew their kids would say a prayer at night before they left. They knew their wives would wait for a call when their shift ended saying everything was okay. They knew their parents felt a pang of fear every time a breaking news alert came on, or the radio cut in. But they left
9、 for the mines anyway - some, having waited all their lives to be miners; having longed to follow in the footsteps of their fathers and their grandfathers. And yet, none of them did it for themselves alone. All that hard work, all that hardship, all the time spent underground, it was all for the fam
10、ilies. It was all for you. For a car in the driveway, a roof overhead. For a chance to give their kids opportunities that they would never know, and enjoy retirement with their spouses. It was all in the hopes of something better. And so these miners lived - as they died - in pursuit of the American
11、 Dream. There, in the mines, for their families, they became a family themselves - sharing birthdays, relaxing together, watching Mountaineers football or basketball together, spending days off together, hunting or fishing. They may not have always loved what they did, said a sister, but they loved
12、doing it together. They loved doing it as a family. They loved doing it as a community. Thats a spirit thats reflected in a song that almost every American knows. But its a song most people, I think, would be surprised was actually written by a coal miners son about this town, Beckley, about the peo
13、ple of West Virginia. Its the song, Lean on Me - an anthem of friendship, but also an anthem of community, of coming together. That community was revealed for all to see in the minutes, and hours, and days after the tragedy. Rescuers, risking their own safety, scouring narrow tunnels saturated with
14、methane and carbon monoxide, hoping against hope they might find a survivor. Friends keeping porch lights on in a nightly vigil; hanging up homemade signs that read, “Pray for our miners, and their families.” Neighbors consoling each other, and supporting each other and leaning on one another. Ive s
15、een it, the strength of that community. In the days that followed the disaster, emails and letters poured into the White House. Postmarked from different places across the country, they often began the same way: “I am proud to be from a family of miners.” “I am the son of a coal miner.” “I am proud
16、to be a coal miners daughter.” (Applause.) They were always proud, and they asked me to keep our miners in my thoughts, in my prayers. Never forget, they say, miners keep Americas lights on. (Applause.) And then in these letters, they make a simple plea: Dont let this happen again. (Applause.) Dont let this happen again. How can we fail them
