What's weird is that the tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary didn't affect me the way it seemed to affect everyone else. I was dismayed when I had heard, but it didn't feel personal.
What happened today at the Boston Marathon felt personal. I don't know if it was because it was bombs instead of guns or if it's because they still don't have a suspect which makes it feel more anonymously senseless, or if it's because I'm in the midst of training for my first marathon and Boston is a dream. Despite the graphic warnings, I sift through the online photos of the tragedy. I read about those who've lost limbs and think about how devastating to never take another step. It freaks me out.
I feel helpless and sad.
No comments:
Post a Comment