When the Marathon bombs went off, I could not bring myself to post my usual drivel because it seemed meaningless. I also could not find any words to discuss the event itself. I hear the expression 'deeply saddened' a lot, but I never have heard it used in a way that I thought was sincere. But I am sad… and the sadness is very deep. I found hope in the kind acts people from my corner of the world engaged in. I found hope because in the midst of tragedy, people responded with kindness… my people. I am so proud that I am from a place who takes strangers into their homes and businesses to feed and shelter them. If we can recognise ourselves in our fellow human beings, even in the face of grotesque violence and hatred… well that is something. It is all too easy to get caught up in the fishhook that is hatred and violence. It always breeds more. These acts of kindness say to me that there is hope for us after all.
For my UK friends, it may be hard to fathom, but very soon some of the families of those treated in hospital will be receiving bills…very large bills. One family, who most will know from the pictures in the newspapers is the Richard family. I don't know them personally, but I know several people who do. If so inclined, help them here: The Richard Family Fund. There is also a larger fund that will try and help all the people wronged by this senseless hatred here: The One Fund. Even a dollar will help.
Finally, I want to thank my brother-in-law who inspired me to break my silence. I love his honesty and thoughtfulness as he speaks about what this last week has meant to him, even though he also was at a loss for words. His usual show is comedy, but in this one, you will get insight into complexities that I also feel: Podlast: Episode 33. I have never lived in Boston, but I have spent many many many hours there… and it feels like home to me.
Photo Credit: The Boston Globe
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