An attack at an event like a marathon – so full of good cheer, love and courage – can make us wonder if anything anywhere is ever safe. It can make us feel as if our life is very temporary and subject to the whims of chance.
As a student at Boston University decades ago, I felt the warm vibe of Patriot’s Day, “Marathon Monday”, four times and stood on Commonwealth Avenue encouraging the runners as they came by.
It’s hard not to be shaken by the senseless evil of these bombings. My heart aches for the families of those who died and those suffering from severe injuries.
Even if we’re not dealing with actual physical trauma from the bombs, we can feel a mental blow. Our sense of moral and spiritual equilibrium can seem thrown off. That uneasiness needs healing as much as any injury.
And some say this type of stress – anxiety about death and fears for our safety – can lead to negative effects on our mental and physical health. It’s at times like this that I really try to turn my thinking in a different direction.
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