It's funny how a split second can change things. That morning, I complained at a more than necessary length about having to work and not being able to partake in Marathon Monday festivities. Suddenly, I felt guilty for having complained at all. My heart fell so heavy. It hurt. I had been fairly upbeat for a Monday, and all of a sudden I couldn't even crack a smile and instead, fought back tears.
Justin picked me up from work, and the combination of his presence and the reality of what had just happened filled me with emotion. I held his hand tightly as tears made a steady stream down my face, feeling beyond grateful that I could still hold the hand of the one I love, and at the same time feeling a deep hurt and sadness for those who could no longer do the same.
This obviously isn't the first public tragedy that I've experienced in my 27 years, but there's a different feeling about it when it hits so close to home. Literally. This is my neighborhood. These are the streets that I walk everyday. The finish line is a quick 10 minute walk from our apartment. This is my home. It is surreal. How could this happen? Why would someone do this to these innocent people and this beautiful city that I've come to love so much? Who would want to turn such a joyous event into something awful? I never thought my day would end with a soundtrack of constant sirens and helicopters circling overhead. It's impossible to comprehend.
My heart goes out to those affected by this horrific tragedy. Please know that you are not only in my prayers, you are in millions of people's prayers. God is always present, even during these times of sadness, and He is watching over you. And for that one person (or people) whose intentions were harmful, there are an infinite number of people whose intentions are good. So, I leave you with this uplifting quote from the one and only, Mr. Rogers: