I’m stunned by the bombings at the Boston Marathon yesterday. One of my co-workers came and told me and I started waving my hands in the air and saying “NO!” Thanks to social media, I was able to find out relatively quickly that everyone I knew who was running was OK. Then I was faced with the fact that other people’s friends are not OK. This has hit me hard.
On Easter Sunday, I recalled the attacks that had occurred in April, and thought – wow, we haven’t had any of these for a long time.
On April 19, 1993, the government killed at least 70 people in Waco, Texas. Because they had weapons and a nutty religion. Hmmmm, rights this country was founded on…. but I digress. I was so upset by that, beyond upset, I was out of my mind about it. I went to an AA meeting and one of my dear friends came up to me after the meeting and told me he had three words to say to me. “Get a job.” I wasn’t working at the time. I was greatly insulted by his rude suggestion, but the next day I was out looking for a job.
I got a temporary job working in the medical records department of a large hospital, and so began my career in healthcare. That has lasted for 20 years and served me well over the years.
On April 20, 1999, at noon, I was taking a short break from work. I looked at the news on my computer and saw that a school shooting was taking place just down the road. I had an employee with two kids at that school. I had to go to her and let her know. I never saw anyone move so fast in my life. She was out of there. Thankfully, her kids were OK. But again, then you are faced with the fact that other people’s kids did not come home that night, or ever.
I’m going to stop now. This is far too morbid.
One more thing: I hope to God they don’t try to enforce “security” at marathons. As a marathoner, I cannot imagine adding that stress to the marathon. My next half-marathon will be running through the mountains near Estes Park, CO. I certainly hope there will not be spooky cops hanging out behind the trees.
Sorry for my morbidity today.