Thank Christ my brother's okay
My brother Casey works in a restaurant that was nearby to the explosion. He went to work today excited, thinking they'd be busy because of the marathon crowds. The glass windows out front blew in from the blast. Thank Jesus he wasn't hurt, but everyone sitting near them was all cut up from the shards. He had to help people who were bleeding all over the place. He was very shaken up, but he got home safely, and I'm just so glad he's okay. Saying a prayer for those poor people who weren't okay, for those killed, those injured, those who had arms and legs blown off.
We're going home for a few days tomorrow. The visit was planned, as we've been trying to get home every six weeks or so, but I think my parents will be especially glad to see him after this. I just hate this. Yet one more beautiful cultural institution, from people who want nothing more than to participate in a fun activity and make an athletic achievement, used to maximize the causing of pain. And now the fear that this is going to instill in people will just up the pain-in-the-ass security measures that are going to compromise liberty in return for no more than an illusion of safety. Thanks, bomber, you jackass. Thanks for wrecking the beautiful things in the world.
At least the outpouring of support, help, and generosity from people in response to those hurt has shown that most of us aren't monsters. Most of us make those things beautiful. Thank God that's what wins out in the end.
We're going home for a few days tomorrow. The visit was planned, as we've been trying to get home every six weeks or so, but I think my parents will be especially glad to see him after this. I just hate this. Yet one more beautiful cultural institution, from people who want nothing more than to participate in a fun activity and make an athletic achievement, used to maximize the causing of pain. And now the fear that this is going to instill in people will just up the pain-in-the-ass security measures that are going to compromise liberty in return for no more than an illusion of safety. Thanks, bomber, you jackass. Thanks for wrecking the beautiful things in the world.
At least the outpouring of support, help, and generosity from people in response to those hurt has shown that most of us aren't monsters. Most of us make those things beautiful. Thank God that's what wins out in the end.