I woke up this morning and went to the gym. As I always do, I hopped on a cardio machine, cranked up my music and watched the television in front of me. ESPN was showing replay after replay of the Boston Marathon bombings. I had seen the clips hundreds of times, but I couldn’t get the video out of my head. When I came home, I just kept digging for more information. I hopped online and looked at hundreds of pictures from the scene of the crime. I didn’t do this because I’m sick and twisted – I did it because I noticed something.
Yes, I saw lots of carnage, tears and blood, but through all the horror I also saw heroes. Hundreds — if not thousands — of them. People rushed to the scene seconds after the first bomb exploded. What if there’s another explosion? Is this safe? Am I going to die? Those questions never went through their mind, and if they did, they didn’t care about the answers. Putting their own existence on the line, they helped the people affected by the blast.
There were police officers, firefighters, spectators, marathon volunteers and even marathon runners — people who just ran 26.2 miles — rushing to the scene. More than likely, we’ll never know any of their names or hear their stories. They’ll return to work as they normally do, and life will continue as it always does. Most will probably never consider themselves heroes, but that’s exactly what they are. An extraordinary situation called for extraordinary people, and they came to the rescue.
It’s a strange thought, but the worst in society often brings out the best in society. For every crazy person there are hundreds of heroes. People who are willing to risk everything to help others in need. They aren’t summoned by a light in the sky, they don’t wear capes and they don’t have super powers, they’re folks just like you and me who do whatever it takes to lend a hand. They use their jacket as a tourniquet, they push wounded civilians in wheelchairs, they comfort those who need comforting. That’s what real heroes do, and that’s exactly what we saw in Boston yesterday.
You can argue that there’s a lot wrong with our world right now, but there’s also a lot right with our world. Instead of focusing on the lunatic (or lunatics) that carried out the Boston Marathon bombings, I choose to focus on the heroes — the people who save lives; not take them.
Three people died in the tragic events yesterday, but I’m convinced the number could have been much higher if it wasn’t for the heroes who stepped into action. I’m a stranger from thousands of miles away, but I want to send my sincerest thank you to all the heroes in Boston. You gave us a bright glimpse of light in a very dark time.