It’s not possible to imagine writing a blog post about anything right now in light of the horrific bombing in Boston yesterday.
I do want to share one observation, however. When I watched the footage of the explosions, I saw everyone (of course) running away, to safety. And then I saw the Boston police officers. They didn’t run away. They took a pause and then they started to run–towards the blast. Towards the smoke, and towards the wounded and the blood and the shrapnel. Towards someone’s son and daughter lying on the ground. Read the rest of this entry →