Several people, lately, have asked about my next blog post. Here it is! Sorry it took so long. It doesn't seem like it's been two months since I started this. What the hell have I been doing for the last sixty days? I have actually written tons for this blog...in my mind. I've written about pajama people, jaywalkers, my neighbors and the male manicurist who got all slap-happy on my legs. And I promise, those subjects are coming soon. But first...
Thanks to all who choose to read this little blog. I got a lot of feedback on my last post. The bombing at the Boston Marathon was horrific. And the reasoning behind it, so senseless. I'll admit it really threw me into a bit of a funk. It was difficult to remain upbeat and positive. I even felt that it wouldn't be right to share events that were good and made me happy because so many others had suffered so horribly. But after thinking about it at length I came to the conclusion that just because bad things happen ( bombs, shootings in school, etc.) it shouldn't prevent us from sharing our joy and I should write about happy things if I was so inclined.
We can't allow the doom and gloom in the headlines to get us down. Just as much as evil and sadness exist so do happiness and joy. Of course, the stain of this tragedy will mark us all for a long time, possibly forever. I can't imagine that anyone who lost a loved one or was a victim themselves will ever be the same. But we can't allow the bad guys to win. Although our hearts may harden a little we shouldn't let them turn to stone. It's probably easier said than done, but I'm still going to try.
The loss of life and the injuries caused by the bombings were horrific. But, just as horrid as the grim details so have there been incredible instances of selflessness and heroism. First responders trained to spring into action and ordinary citizens with empathetic hearts and souls coming together without a moments notice to help in any way possible amid the carnage and chaos. The guy in the cowboy hat, the Asian woman pushing the wheelchair, the woman in the midst of the commotion on her knees praying and looking skyward with such anguish.
