Hope, Heros and Help

I hadn't planned for this to be today's post.  I guess I never thought of what it would be like to have a blog and a place to share how I felt when events like yesterday happen.  I also don't feel like I really have words for what happened or that even if I did, don't know if I have the right ones.  What do you even say to something like that?!

I read through some of my quotes last night and the following was one that stood out to me and somewhat reminds me of Mr. Rogers' words, which are so very true.

"Great occasions do not make heros or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men.  At last some crisis shows what we have become." -Brooke Foss Westcott

We know who the cowards of this story are and of any event in history such as this one.  They are ones who feel that by igniting terror in the lives of others they will win some kind of battle that no one even knows they are fighting. What they don't seem to realize is the open range they give to make heros out of "the least of these".  

I was watching a short video that had been posted to Facebook of the events after the initial explosion (the person taking the video had been filming those crossing the finish line).   In the background of the video you hear a voice say "there are people hurt" and see a man run into view.  You see others running from all directions to help those around the bomb site.  They have no idea if there are other explosives (if anything, due to the second explosion, they know there very well could be), yet they chose to run towards those needing help.  They stepped in to help not realizing that they have a made a choice as to what this event will reveal about them.  And the other's? The runners and spectators and those who were terrified and trying to seek shelter.  The courage that they found to simply have been present and witness to something so tragic and yet pick up to go on again the next day, to say "I will cross another finish line" and "I will not let the evil actions of another define me"; that in itself is its own type of heroic.  I choose to focus on those actions; the ones that bring communities closer and show strength in times when strength seems far from reach.  

My thoughts and prayers are with all of those who lost someone yesterday and for those who are healing both externally and internally.  I also pray for hope.  I will continue to believe that there is always hope, even in moments such as this when it may seem so hard to find.