The more I think about this bombing, I am more disturbed as a runner, an American, and a human. The Boston Marathon plays host to many countries and creeds and those there to spectate are selflessly standing by, sometimes for hours, to witness their loved one or even a complete stranger accomplish a feat. My heart certainly goes out to the loved ones of the three and those recovering from amputations. I look forward to reading more and more of their accounts and stories of survival; inspirations to myself and many others.
The past couple of days, the news has been filled with stories of people helping people in response to the blasts in Boston. I think it is great to report on these. Let’s not call them random though. As brothers and sisters pick on each other from time to time, antagonize one another and even harm (rarely maliciously) one another, so it is with our American family. We stick together and stand up for each other in the time of need. Whereas regular circumstance might require one to label these acts of kindness as random, once the situation has been altered so are its descriptors. It is not random of us to help one another in a time of need. This tragedy has proven once again, the strength of this country and its people. Though we are still running – we have not forgotten, will not forget and the memory will power us on.