Some days I’m a sarcastic, cynical, jaded individual. I’ve seen a lot of the worst of humanity, and it can wear you down pretty quickly. (See my Justice & Karma blog for some details.)
But other days, there are some days where faith in humanity is restored, where I’m optimistic that my girls will grow up in a world with less hate, less venom, less bias. More basic kindness, respect, and strength.
I find myself turning into a bit of a Pollyana during those times, finding the bright side of things, in the worst of circumstances. (For those of you of a certain age, or with parents of a certain age, back in the days Disney had Sunday Night Movies and there was no cable and only three channels, you probably saw the movie.)
I’ve got friends and family who are in the Boston area. Somehow my branch of Irish Catholic missed it, but there was a commentator today who said Boston knows how to do three things best – sports, politics, and revenge. That even Yankees put aside their rivalry (as the Sox did after 9-11) to honor the city was a shock, leaving me awed. Watching clips of the Bruins’ national anthem before the game yesterday was chilling — in a good way.
Watching runners and first responders, volunteers and medical personnel on site as events unfolded. Literally using the shirts on their backs to administer first aid. The Pollyana in me thinks of how awesome it was that if the bombs had to go off, they went off there and not anywhere else on that stretch — where the greatest number of medics, ambulances, and others could be of immediate help. I shudder to think of how high the casualty count could’ve been elsewhere on the course. The proximity to hospitals with trained trauma teams was another blessing. Runners completing the course, then going further to the closest hospital to try to donate blood. Outpouring of donations to the OneFundBoston.org to help cover needs of the victims.
Of course, that it happened at all is disheartening — that there’s still so much evil out there. But only light will get rid of the darkness. And I’ve shared a few reblogs and memes on my facebook page about my optimism, that as a nation and human beings, we’re better, smarter, and stronger than a rat-bastard bomber.