It's difficult to process horrible tragedies such as happened today. It seems so senseless. Why do innocent people have to suffer? So many people will be scarred from this, including those of us, like me, who can only sit by their computers trying to understand the incomprehensible. I love Boston. I love the spectacle and accomplishment of a marathon. So many people put in so many hours to do something heroic. And a few awful, detestable human beings can do so much harm. It is hard to not be cynical. I can't help but relive that helpless feeling from 9/11 when all I could do is stand by and feel powerless. It helps to know that heroes are always in our midst. Just as I felt in awe of the first responders who ran towards the danger, who knew what to do and did it that horrible Tuesday over eleven years ago, I thank God for the officials who knew what to do today. While others stumble about in fear and shock, it is their job to react in a crisis.
|Let's not forget to celebrate the champions, |
the runners, the heroes, and the whole city.
Boston, my thoughts are with you. I am praying for the victims: to the man in a wheelchair without lower legs, to the parents of the eight year old who was killed, to the man knocked down just before the finish line, the masses who trained for this day and who overcame, and to the others that I cannot see tonight from my computer screen. I want those people to know that most people are good. Many, many more people rushed to help them, to comfort them, to pray for them, than the group of cowards that did this. I hope that one day soon their faith in humanity will be restored. I hope mine will be, too.