I’m writing this now still with a knot in my stomach, and a very heavy heart. Yesterday I started to get texts and Facebook messages from friends asking me if my sister was ok.
It was then that I noticed a breaking news alert on the bottom of the tv that told me two bombs had just went off at the Boston marathon. I knew my sister Joanna, the one who runs just about race, every marathon in the area was safe. It still didn’t stop my shaking hands from sending her a quick text. “Do you see what’s going on” I asked her. As fate would have it, when the ING New York marathon was cancelled after Superstorm Sandy, she didn’t have enough runs to qualify to enter the Boston race. For awhile after I just stared at the screen. I was angry that a moment that these runners work so hard for, to cross the finish line after running 26.2 miles, was ruined by some senseless act of violence.
When we’re touched by moments like this, and I think it’s only natural that it causes us to reflect on our own lives and actions. What if she was there, what if I didn’t tell her how proud I was of her, and how much I loved her? Why do we wait to tell people how we feel, or wait to do things we’ve always wanted to do for yet another day. Like we’re sure tomorrow is guaranteed. It’s not. I have my own list of things that I’m crossing off one by one, and I hope you do too. I’m stepping out of my comfort zone, possibly making a few mistakes and ruffling a few feathers, but you know what, who cares! It’s time to live life fearlessly.