But all joking aside, it seems that these last couple of days, I don't have a whole lot that I want to say here. I find myself stunned, and very nearly speechless, after the events in Boston on Monday. There is undoubtedly an extra weight to it all when I think about the fact that we are moving to the area in such a short time. But more than that, there is a deep, deep disappointment and pain at just the whole idea of what has happened. Aren't we, as human beings, a little bit better than this?
And so, I have to remind myself again and again that the answer to this question is so very often a resounding yes. I have been trying to focus on the fact that within hours of the bombing the Red Cross was announcing that they had more blood donation offers than they could possibly need. I have read through the Google documents created by Boston area families who offered up their couches, cars, and dining room tables to stranded strangers in need of a meal, a shower, or even a place to spend the night when they found their hotels were on lockdown. I think of the fundraising efforts that immediately began and spread across the internet; to purchase airfare for families of the injured to get to hospital bedsides, to help pay medical expenses for people in need.
I may not know what to say, or how to even wrap my overly sensitive, wildly compassionate, bruised little heart around this horrible mess. I may not be able to read the news reports because I simply don't have the stomach for it. But here is what I do know: the people offering their living rooms and kitchens to stranded runners, the spectators who ran towards the blast to help injured strangers, the people who appeared on the Boston sidewalks with drinks and blankets for anyone who needed them? Those are the people who prove that our human family, though flawed and imperfect, is also one that is filled with kindness and unexpected love.
And that is what I choose to remember right now.