On Boston and other tragedies
In times like these it is easy to lose faith in humanity and it is easy to say that the goodness in the world is lost. I confess, that is what I did. I shivered and cowered in fear for people I’ve never seen and because of people of whom we do not yet know. It is not irrational to try and be rational, to try and pin the blame on people, to try and find reason.
But, perhaps in our rationality we are lose sight of what these incidents teach us. For every bomber, there are ten people who rushed to the site within minutes, risking their own lives for others. For every every injury, there is a doctor or a nurse working overtime to save a stranger’s life. For unit of blood lost there is a unit drawn from a person’s body to renew life in someone else’s.
Someone once told me, “The only thing these attacks teach me is how truly loved I am.” I cannot help but extend this to the entire human race. Yes, there are people who commit terrible crimes, who make us question the very existence of goodness. But for every one of those people, there are a hundred who stand up humanity and go above and beyond to prove the opposite to us.
In our shock and greif let us not forget those people. Let this incident, or any incident for that matter be not a reminder of the perpetrators but of the helpers. An act of terror intends to do just that, inspire terror. Let that purpose not be served. Let the prevailing emotion be not terror but strength, resolve and faith in all of human kind.