The glass is half full
It’s easy to watch events like those that unfolded today and say “the world is crap”. It’s not only easy, it’s natural, and in some ways accurate. But I take a different view, and not because I am naïve, or oblivious, or blind. I think days like today show the true beauty of the human spirit.
Did you watch the video of the explosion? Did you see the way people reacted? Sure, some ran away, and I don’t blame them. But how about all the people who ran toward the explosion? And I’m not just talking about the cops; did you see the volunteers, the fellow runners, the spectators? They all ran as fast as they could to aid the wounded.
That is a truly beautiful thing. Imagine the courage, the love for fellow man it must take to be faced with a situation like that and choose to run toward the danger.
Earlier today I put this on Facebook, it’s received quite a response:
I’ve seen an awful lot of people say that today’s events make them question the world we live in. I say hooey, the fact that events like today’s are such a shock proves that we live in a world that is generally safe and comfortable.
Also, the terrible actions and devastation caused by one individual, or one group, should not outweigh the incredible bravery and heroism of the first responders, volunteers, fellow runners, spectators, doctors and nurses who rushed to aid those in need.
One of the greatest tragedies of events like today is that we focus far too much on the perpetrators of the atrocity and not the victims, the survivors and the heroes.
Days like today should be reserved for mourning the dead, caring for the injured, and loving those around you.
I’m not saying we shouldn’t be angry, and I’m not saying there aren’t some real problems in this world. But willfully leading ourselves to believe that we live in a dark, scary place is not the answer. Like our eyes adjusting to a pitch black room, we must allow ourselves to see the light. And unlike that flicker of light in the darkness, the good is so easy to see. It’s on the face of the man who holds the door open for his coworker; it’s in the arms of the woman who shovels her neighbor’s driveway after a storm; it’s on the scalp of the child who shaved her head to support a sick friend.
See, the true terror in terrorism doesn’t come from the act itself, it comes from the affect we allow it to have on our souls and our psyches. But guess what? As long as there are people who run toward the flames the bad guys will never win. They’re simply outmatched.