Wounds That Bind by Matthew Hurley

Where do we put our anger?  Where do we direct it?  What do we do with the hatred that simmers to a boil when it is revealed that a precious eight year old boy lost his life on a crowded Boston sidewalk cheering on marathon runners with his father, mother and sister?  How do we get that heartbreaking image to make any sense?

Right now, we don’t.  We grieve and we slowly rally together and circle our wagons around the victims and their families.  We do this because they are us.

Monday, April 15, 2013 is yet another date etched into the public consciousness for all the wrong reasons.  This was supposed to be a day of celebration – a winning combination of athletic competition and human endurance.

Instead, evil once again shattered the calm blue skies with smoke, debris and blood.  For all those talking heads that repeatedly open their monologues or columns with the nauseating, “We never thought it could happen here,” it’s time to wake up and realize that it is happening here.  It seems to be happening everywhere and to be so naïve as to assume that anyone of us is immune is to ignore what the United States is all about.  It’s about us as a collective.  It doesn’t matter that it didn’t happen in your town, it happened in your country so it happened to you.

It’s a dangerous world we live in.  We understand that.  We’ve seen too much in the recent past not to wonder what could possibly be next.  And unfortunately the events at the Boston Marathon this past Monday only brought that cold reality back into focus.  It’s enough to make one look up at that now serene blue sky and ask, “Why?”

Still, there will be time for anger and retribution in the days to come.

For now, we pray and cling to our loved ones because we as Americans belong to one another.  We laugh, cry, celebrate, commiserate, love and suffer with one another.  This most recent act of terrorism against such innocence has us reeling, yet we will shake it off and move on for this country has always shown its strength, humanity and compassion in the face of emotional turmoil.  But we will never forget.

This article was written by Matt Hurley a longtime friend of Masters Touch, freelance writer and guest contributor of wonderful human interest stories

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