A bomb explodes
and
14 seconds later
a second bomb explodes.
Again, we have breaking news,
Again, the news breaks the heart of our nation.
Again, some one or someones
have decided that their concern
is worthy of terror.
Again, people are dead,
others are wounded and maimed.
Again, I wait for the reporters to say,
"they've caught the perpetrators."
Again,
I wait for the reporters to say that it isn't as bad as
was first reported.
They don't.
Again, my heart shakes.
Again, I am searching for meaning behind
hideousness.
Again, I can only come up with one thing,
evil is real,
and
it doesn't care who it takes out,
just so long as someone is hurt
badly.
Again, as I watch the news
another reality comes to the forefront,
there are real heroes
who step forward,
who run to the danger
to help strangers.
There is good,
real,
genuine,
good.
People who go through their day
with no thought of being a hero,
run,
not away from peril,
but towards it.
Any thought of self-preservation
has clearly been put out of their thought process.
Their goal is clear,
they simply must help those who are hurt.
Again, I see the nation I live in
come together.
(Yes, there are a handful of
politicos,
anti-religious,
and
ultra-religious,
who have to
loudly,
make this a
cause célèbre.)
I see Americans
and
others
coming together
to give blood,
send money,
and
even try to get to Boston
to be a physical help.
My heart breaks for Boston,
for the people who witnessed this evil,
for the people who were hurt,
for the families of the people who died;
but I am proud of the response
of the people who refuse
to let evil
be the
rule of the day.
