Our middle son home sick from school yesterday, it seemed I heard about the Boston Marathon bombing as it happened. I wasn’t watching the news. I don’t watch the news because I don’t appreciate sensationalism. I learned of the terrorist act through the running community – though we are large, we are small and word travels quickly.
I felt that I couldn’t write today’s blog entry without mentioning the tragedy. What can be said that hasn’t already been said? I can write nothing that can ease any pain or make any sense of yesterday’s event. The bombing was a terrible, cowardly act. It preoccupied my thoughts during my entire run this morning. I clenched my teeth. I cracked my jaw. And this is what I thought: I know it’s popular to feel disdain for my country. But we are among the greatest countries in the world. We are not a perfect nation. But we strive to be better. Sure we are a materialistic society, sure we have problems. None of those problems however are as evil as a terrorist act hurled upon innocent children and civilians. Attack us from inside or out, and we grow stronger, make no mistake about that. This is our nature. Darkness may strike some blows, but it will never win against the light!
My heart goes out to the suffering families and those friends and families of the deceased. I dedicated this run to you, those who died, those who suffer, and those who helped others during yesterday’s attack at the Boston Marathon’s finish line.
Flowers for the wounded and dead:
A tranquil path:
More flowers in remembrance:
I felt like I shouldn’t be smiling. Though terrorists can cause tears and despair, they can’t wipe out the smiles that eventually return:
The mustard seed:
4-15-13:
