boston marathon bombing.

my heart is heavy today.  two bombs went off near the finish line of the boston marathon this morning.  in the past few year more and more of my friends and acquaintances have become runners.  several had been at the run just the year before.

i have been glued to the news, refreshing news results online every few minutes to see if there are new details.  new stories. 

image by greg atkinson

the anniversary of the oklahoma city bombing is just around the corner, and i find myself choked up and emotional for the city of boston.  i find hope, though, because even in all this destruction stories continue to emerge of people who ran toward the blast, toward potential danger, to help friends, family, and more often than not, strangers.

"when i was a boy and would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'look for the helpers. you will always find people who are helping,'" mister fred rogers.