I was not at the Boston Marathon on Monday. In fact, Eric and I were on a whirlwind trip to DC, so I was nowhere near the marathon. But, the flood of text messages, e-mails, and tweets I received is enough to show me just how easily I could've been. I've been to the marathon a million times, and my uncle was running it so if I was here, I definitely would've been watching it somewhere along the route.
I'm not going to lie. I am scared about how common it has become for there to be a crisis. I am scared that the last crisis was in an elementary school classroom and the most recent crisis was in my city. It's too close. Actually, no matter where it is, or what it is, it is still too close.
But I am also thankful that in these terrible moments, we very clearly see the good in most people. It's easy to let a dark cloud highlight only the terrible person responsible for this. But there are so many good people, and their light is overpowering the shadow.
I am thankful that most people are putting aside our differences, to support the people affected by these terrible events. I am thankful that even as far away as Australia, wonderful people are rooting for Boston. No matter what, I will always root for Boston.