Friday confessions. Here we go.
I confess… that the news out of Boston this morning sent chills down my spine. Is this real life? Seriously?? I can’t even begin to fathom what it is like to wake up in the morning to find out your city is in lockdown, and that a massive manhunt is in progress; that your schools and places of employment and transit systems are closed; that you have to stay indoors with the doors locked. I can’t even begin to imagine that level of horror.
I confess… that I feel what is happening in Watertown right now is the true definition of terrorism. How do you feel anything BUT terror right now if you are there? How do we feel anything BUT terror for them right now?
I confess… that I usually try to pray for positive things, for happy things, for light and love. Today, though…I’m praying they bring that bastard down, and that no more lives are put at risk because of him.
I confess… that the Boston news, combined with two cups of coffee this morning, has left me feeling very frenzied.
I confess… that this really does feel like it’s been a bad news week, on so many levels. Like, afraid to check Twitter in case of what might turn up next. Boston bombings; fertilizer plant explosion in West, Texas; a house fire in a community near ours that claimed the lives of two children; even knowing that my friend Stacy’s little guy Tanner is sick and in hospital right now… it’s all combining to make me feel so, so …unsettled.
I confess… that I’m trying to look beyond all the worry and fear, to an exciting evening planned in our community for tomorrow night. The Waterfront Revitalization Committee is hosting another evening of celebration in honour of a special family that call our town “home”, as well as continuing to raise funds and support for the new Community Centre they hope to build very soon. I can’t wait to tell you all about it on Monday! It’s going to be a wonderful night!
I confess… that I’m really starting to question whether my mother ever actually listens to me. Last night, I said to her, “I have NO idea what I’m wearing Saturday night to the dinner.” And not even 30 seconds later, she says to me, “Do you know what you’re wearing Saturday night?” Nice.
I confess… that this might sound extremely trivial right now, but… I still miss Michael Scofield.
Have a good weekend, friends.
And in the words of Ellen… “Be kind to one another.”