A difficult day in Boston, to say the least.
I know this is an ADHD blog. I have made a conscious decision not to post about non-ADHD-related issues. Today is different here in Boston. This is one of those times when life interrups our lives, when the world transcends each of our own worlds. At times like this we all need to find our own voices and our collective voice as Americans, but even more so as human beings. This happens to be an easy forum for me. So this is my voice. This hit me pretty close to “where I live.” My father was finishing lunch with a friend less than a block away… and was getting ready to head over to the race. We couldn’t get in touch with either of them until they arrived back home more than an hour later. My wife works downtown at a space that hosts marathon-related events. I am beyond thankful that I don’t have more of a story to tell than that. But this post isn’t about me. This about US. Whenever a tragedy like this happens, I am struck by the stark contrast of this horrible day, from every other day, (since September 11th.) I always hope that tragedy can bring us perspective. All to often I think we as Americans take for granted the “blanket of freedom” and safety that is provided us every day. As a parent, this sort of thing is even more terrifying than I ever thought anything could be. I know what kind of person I am. If I had been there, I like to think that the “5 years ago me,” would likely have run toward the disaster to help total strangers. I also know that if I had been there yesterday, my first and only thought would have been for my 4 year old son. The first…