It started out as a normal week, just another Monday. As I was leaving work, I got in my car, turned on the radio and learned that one or more minions of Satan had, again, decided that killing innocent men, women and children was a great idea.
The celebration of Patriot's Day in Boston, the Boston Marathon, shattered by explosions. Marred by blood and pain. But again, a ray of light as ordinary people again stepped up to help their fellows.
I spent most of Tuesday in a sort of detached and pondering mood. Trying very hard to stay away from the media with their pontificating and theorizing. Their ghoulish celebration of victimhood. Apparently filling the 24/7 news cycle requires more drooling idiocy than I would've thought possible.
And just now, this very minute, I've heard that someone I know (and respect), who works where I work, was injured in the attack in Boston. She's a lovely young woman, very bright and personable who now lies injured in a Boston hospital, wondering if she will lose a foot. It sickens me, it angers me.
Folks who wanted nothing more than to enjoy their day at the Boston Marathon, who had probably never harmed anyone, anywhere, ever, now lie dead. Or lie in hospital beds missing limbs, or waiting to find out if their limbs can be saved.
And there are the loved ones of those injured and lost. Confused and angry. "Why us, how could this happen?"
There is great evil in this world, make no mistake. It stalks the innocent, it cares not for mercy, for love nor for anything else which normal folk call "decency".
This post started as one thing, wound up going down a different road due to the news of a co-worker's injuries. It's no longer an abstract thing. It's become a bit more personal.
And to tell you the truth, I'm just a little bit ashamed that I didn't take it this personally before.
My apologies to all of those affected by the events in Boston. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
It is written, "Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."
Evil touches all of us if it touches one of us. Never forget that.
Get well soon, Heather.
Just heard from the WSO. She gave me news of a family we were stationed with in Germany, lovely folks, their daughters are of an age with my daughters. The girls played softball together. Their youngest daughter, Susie, ran the Boston Marathon on Monday. She had finished the race about an hour before the attack.
They were in the vicinity but not the immediate danger area. They are unharmed but certainly had the you-know-what scared out of them.
Mighty glad to hear you and your lovely ladies came away unscathed Cap'n!
What touches one of us, touches all of us.