Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
Italy goes to the polls today, and it might be a long night waiting for the results.
However, what is making the headlines today is also another event: the sudden death of Davide Astori, Captain of Fiorentina football (soccer) team and also 14 times National team player.
Astori died in his hotel bed, in Udine where Fiorentina was about to play today, of sudden cardiac arrest, at the age of 31. The Country is stunned. There will be no football today.
Oceans of ink are already being written, explaining to the populace the rare phenomenon of the sudden death of young, healthy people; a phenomenon particularly more outlandish in professional football players, who are subject to intensive medical scrutiny.
The official medical position on this is that the heart is a very complicated organ, and it may happen in rare cases that the coronaries have slight malfunctions, very difficult or even impossible to detect with normal medical means, which strike at a certain point with unexpected, devastating consequences.
We, who have a Catholic mind, don’t really need the medical details.
What we know is simple and effective: we don’t know the hour nor the day. We can be summoned at any time for our redde rationem. We don’t know today whether we will see the sun tomorrow.
The world, who does not believe, is now reading the medical details of this sad, strange death. We, who believe, pray for the soul of poor Mr Astori, and wonder:
if it had been me, would I have been ready?