I was at work yesterday morning when I saw the news of the Boston Marathon tragedy. The latest news stated that more than 150 people were injured, 3 dead, one of them being Martin Richard an 8 year old boy who was killed in the Boston Marathon explosion while waiting for his dad to finish the race.
I live on a small island nation where the idea of something like this happening would never cross our minds.
I can’t even begin to fathom what such an experience must be like.
The shock. The noise. The chaos. The fear creeping in and taking over. The tears. The pain. The pointing of a finger wondering who to blame.
Although being thousands of miles away I can’t deny the knot I felt in my stomach when I learned of this tragedy.
However, it wasn’t fear I felt, or pity or some sort of sobby eyed feeling we get when we receive tragic news.
To think of what some people are capable of and their utter disregard for human life angers me.
I hate it!
I hate it that someone had the nerve to go through with such an idea that reeks of pure selfishness and stupidity.
I hate it that some people have devalued human life as if we were gnats.
I hate it that we as humans all with a body and with the same colored blood flowing through our veins can’t put aside our differences.
Every life that is given is sacred. Whether black, white or brown in skin color. But to think that we as humans who are not even the givers of life have the audacity to take it, is unnerving.
I am not the giver of life.
How dare I even think for a second that I have the right to take it!
I can only wonder how I would react should this happen here in my beautiful little Fiji or to one of my children.
What will I do?
Will I retaliate in anger because this seems the just thing to do?
Will I forgive?
Because it is the right thing to do…
To say that 8 year old Martin Richard fell victim to such a horrific tragedy is not the whole truth.
What is the whole truth?
The whole truth is –
A purpose has been cut short.
Untapped potential that will never be realized will be buried.
A lifetime of discovery, laughter, relationships, tears, joys, sorrows, pain and healing has been shattered.
Greatness that has been denied the opportunity to blossom will be taken to the grave.
All in the name of what – I ask.
This post was inspired by Aaron Gouveia of Daddy Files and his post titled Boston Will Overcome.
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