I’m feeling that sick-in-the-stomach feeling after today’s explosions at the Boston Marathon finish line.
As of this time nobody has claimed responsibility, and I have not heard any credible sources about who is being blamed.
All that I know is that a quote from Mr. Rogers is being spread among my Facebook friends, about good people rushing to the source of bad scenes. The video on TV shows that. That’s good. It’s also, in a way, disturbing. People were running in the direction–the same direction–where the secondary explosion was set off. So, are there lessons to be learned, in hindsight? Certainly. Make sure of your own safety so you don’t become a victim. A dead or injured person has less of a chance of becoming a hero. But, somehow, I doubt that the nurses and first responders who rushed to where the wounded were, would do anything but rush in to help. Perhaps that should be the most comforting thing to me.
I suppose we live in a country where our guard should always be up. But, I don’t want to live that way. I’m under a lot of pressure from ordinary obligations and expectations. I don’t need to be a victim of terrorism–even from afar.
But, still, I’ve got that uneasy feeling. It’s like 9/11 again.