I use my
iPod for two purposes. One is to pass the time on long airline flights (they
are few and far between) and the other is to keep me running when I don’t have
a running buddy along for a chat. Some of the music is slow and I have to skip
over those songs. I like Alan Jackson, The Beatles, Jason Aldean, and Broadway
Soundtracks. I use the shuffle mode
because I like to be surprised when a new song begins to play.
One song
that frequently tumbles in is “Where Were You When the World Stopped Turning?”
by Alan Jackson. (It’s an old album.) I
remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when the Twin Towers were
hit. I was in my lab bending wires for retainers while my children were getting
ready for school. I remember it like
yesterday. So too, I suppose, shall I
remember the Boston Bombings as Monday’s attack has been dubbed.
Monday
morning I was very interested in the Women’s Elite race. I had been casually
following Shalane Flannagan and Kara Goucher as they trained for Boston. I had a friend visit just as the race was
ending. She isn’t a runner, nor is she an
avid fan, but I forced her to watch. Congratulations
to those two American runners!
Later in the
day I was once again I my lab bending wires when I received a call from my
friend.
“Are you
still watching the Boston Marathon?” She
asked. She then informed me of the
blasts that had occurred. I turned on
the TV and began watching the coverage.
Here are some observations:
·
Innocent people always suffer from selfish acts
of others.
·
Heroes always surface in the face of tragedy.
·
There is more goodness in the world than bad.
·
The world doesn’t stop turning. Our understanding
of the world changes.
·
Boston Bombings did not have the magnitude of
9/11, but for a few the pains and suffering are greater because it affected
them personally.
·
Everyday people suffer tragedies and nobody
knows. The rest of us go on our merry
way.
Boston will remain vivid in my memory
as does 9/11. I am certain I will
consider both when Alan Jackson begins to croon, “Where were you when …”