The Day After the Boston Marathon Explosion
It didn't seem to make much sense to write about anything else besides the Boston Marathon explosion on April 15th. Though this post will go live tomorrow on the 16th, I am writing in the evening while the rest of my family is in bed. This is when I have time to reflect.
When It's Real
We have so many ways of watching or consuming stories where enormous explosions rock the sky, and we are fascinated with the power of the events. I've been working on writing some fiction myself, and what's a good story without a big explosion or two to convey a sense of danger?
And then it's real.
The horror of a real explosion killing real people, and the emotions that jump to the forefront as soon as we hear about it. Fear, anger, rage. The desire for justice, the desire for revenge.
Then we hear about the heroism of real people who rushed toward the explosion in the aftermath to help those who were injured. We hear about the real police, FBI officers, fire fighters, and more who spent their time tracking down more bombs and more potential threats.
And that's real, too.
Hope and compassion and heroism.
Prayers for Boston
I know that around the country, people are praying for Boston right now. I had a chance to visit just six months ago, and I remember passing by Fenway Park. Boston is a really beautiful city, and my heart aches for the families who are facing fear and sorrow at this time.
I like that Patton Oswalt's quote is picking up steam throughout the online space:
When you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, "The good outnumber you, and we always will."