Monday, April 15, 2013

In shock following the Boston Marathon

Turned on the TV. Saw footage of explosions near the finish line of the Boston Marathon, then overhead shots of huge patches of red on abandoned sidewalks. Felt compelled to write something.

But what?

It's too early to know how many people have been killed, injured, maimed, as a result of the explosions in Boston. The video shows runners being downed in the street, panic. Feels like the fog of war, though.

Kind of trite to say, "Our thoughts and prayers are with the people of Boston." The event attracts runners from around the world. Who's to say at this point where the injured are from? Too many events recently, be it natural or man-made disasters, have elicited that response. The words sound hollow.

Hard to escape the fact that open-air events, such as parades, marathons, bike races, triathlons, are sitting ducks for terrorists, foreign or domestic. Boston would be a favorite, since the event garners worldwide media attention.

But it's too early to be mad at anyone. Too early to know who to be sorry for. Not time yet to make blanket statements about event security, pointing fingers at organizers or terrorist groups.

Just feeling sad, empty and helpless. Wanting more information but fearing it at the same time. Answers will provide cold comfort for runners, the injured, the spectators, anyone in Boston who fears walking out into the streets.

Maybe "our thoughts and prayers..." spill out to say something, anything, so as not to appear cold and empty or to ponder how bad this could be.