Reading about the Boston Marathon bombing is almost more than I can handle. I read about the mom who lost her 8 year old son, while her 6 year old daughter and herself were also injured, and of course I identify with her. I can not imagine such a loss, and I cannot imagine how I would survive the feelings of absolute hatred of whoever did such a thing. My mind boggles.
As a mother, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't struggle with the fragility of human life. There is no safe place in this world, doesn't matter if it is school, the workplace, a mall, or even a marathon.
As a runner, I know that feeling when nearly crossing the line and I know the appreciation I have felt in the past for the people who have supported me during my run. I know the joy I had at having my children there to witness me do something that I've trained for and accomplished. I just can't imagine something so evil happening at a moment like that.
I know the reasons for the wickedness in the world. I know why there are critical times hard to deal with. I am hopeful for the future. But my heart aches for the world's present.
As a mother, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't struggle with the fragility of human life. There is no safe place in this world, doesn't matter if it is school, the workplace, a mall, or even a marathon.
As a runner, I know that feeling when nearly crossing the line and I know the appreciation I have felt in the past for the people who have supported me during my run. I know the joy I had at having my children there to witness me do something that I've trained for and accomplished. I just can't imagine something so evil happening at a moment like that.
I know the reasons for the wickedness in the world. I know why there are critical times hard to deal with. I am hopeful for the future. But my heart aches for the world's present.
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