I'm really not sure what to say.
For as long as I can remember, I've tried to not to take anything too seriously. Which, if you know me, has made me the king of many "too soon" jokes (for those that don't know what that means....it's when someone tells a bad joke, and everyone goes, "wow, too soon!") However, the tragedy at the Boston Marathon has really had me at a loss for the past few days.
While I grew up an hour north of New York City, I will simply say that I was way too young to fully comprehend the events of 9/11. Now, it's simply not fair to compare one tragedy to the next, but I do know that the combination of being older, finally having my frontal cortex fully developed, and being geographically closer to this attack really made this tragedy that much more different to me.
It's probably been overstated in the media the past few days, but if there's one positive we can take from this tragedy, it's the amount of heroes and good samaritans that were present in the face of danger. I will always vividly remember watching the coverage and videos of this past Monday on my TV, simply in awe of how many people responded by helping, and NOT fleeing the scene. While I am thankful I was 4-5 miles away, I can only hope that I would have responded as bravely and courageously as all of the individuals we've seen.
While it's natural to be angry and searching for answers, this picture of Mr. Rogers has truly inspired the way I've been looking at this entire tragedy:
We use the term "hero" very often, and probably a little too frequently. But, I'm sure that the term "hero" can definitely be applied to those that were at Copley Square at 2:50 PM on Monday. They are the ones who truly earned that title.