Oh, it’s so hard to know what to say about this. All the fine folk who went out running today, whose goal was to test their own spirit and endurance, and who now find themselves facing tests they never imagined when the day began. All the men and women and children who went out to cheer on friends and family and strangers, and who found themselves screaming instead.
Does this one hit home more because it’s an endurance athletic event that was targeted, something that sits very close to my own heart even though I’m not a runner? I thought so at first, but now I’m not so sure. What hits home is that no-one should ever set out for a run on a fine spring morning and have their day end in fire and smoke and anguish. No-one should embark on a perfectly ordinary morning commute and find themselves haunted and howling in the bloodied wreckage of a train. No-one should take their seat at their work desk only to have passenger planes turn into weapons and rain fire down upon them from the sky. Innocent people should not be hurt. Human beings should not do this to one another.
And then there are the people who ran into the smoke instead of away from it, the first responders, the Boston families and businesses that opened up and offered whatever help was needed. That’s what I want to remember about this. Not the pointless hatred that inflicted such needless suffering on innocent people, but the kindness and bravery of strangers. I wish more than anything that such a tragedy would never happen again. But I don’t believe that will be true in my lifetime, if ever. So for now I just wish that in the wake of such unspeakable horror, goodness prevails the way it did today.
My heart goes out to all of them, every one, the runners who ran and ran and ran and in a moment that should have been glorious, found only chaos and pain beyond imagining.