Thoughts on the Boston Marathon Bombing

A local radio host, Keri Noble, wrote yesterday about the Boston Marathon bombings: “There are no words, but it feels strange to say nothing.” Profound words on a profoundly sad day. Another one of those days when you turn on your computer and your heart sinks at what you’re seeing. Another incident that sparks anxiety and makes us all wonder if we can go anywhere and be safe anymore. Another day when you see images you wish you could erase from your memory forever. 
I started running about a year ago. While I haven’t run a marathon (yet?), I have run in a handful of local 5K races. From the very beginning of my running journey I realized that there is a real sense of community among runners. It’s a wonderfully positive, kind, and supportive community. That’s what makes it even more difficult to understand why anyone would target THIS group of people. I keep thinking of those runners who had trained for months and were just about to cross that finish line…how they must have been feeling. Exhausted, strong, proud, elated, invincible. All of that shattered in a second. 
I keep watching the coverage on TV and seeing the raw footage of the blasts. It’s the sound that’s haunting. Not the sound of the blast, but the sound of the screams as people react to what just happened. I keep watching the people who ran to the scene to help. I wonder what happens in a person’s mind that tells them to run toward danger…instead of running away. I don’t think I could ever be that brave. 
And this morning I keep thinking of 8 year old Martin Richard who was killed. He was there to support his dad as he crossed the finish line. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now he’s gone. There’s no way to make any sense of that. My heart aches for his family. When I go for my run this afternoon I will be running for him, his little sister (a dancer) who lost her leg, and all of those affected yesterday. I realize that’s nothing. But it’s all I can think to do. 
Many of us have reacted to this tragedy by saying, “This world is so messed up.” “What is wrong with people?” and “How can this world be so full of evil?” It’s easy to be cynical. It’s human. As difficult as it may be, I’m going to try and focus on this quote that I found yesterday:
Sending thoughts of strength and love to Boston


  1. Great perspective. The Mister Rogers quote about the “helpers” is getting me through, too. And the fact that we know too many who were thisclose but are just fine. Lucky. Grateful. Praying for those who weren’t.

    • Oh, I LOVE that Mr. Rogers quote too! While I haven’t really talked to my kids about this incident…I’m sure there will be a next time. So I’m keeping his “helpers” quote in my back pocket to use for them. Always trust what Mr. Rogers says.

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