The initial tragedy in Boston is over. Now, begins the painful task of picking up the pieces and rebuilding lives. For a couple of days, we experienced what the rest of the world lives with, on a “regular” basis.
Yesterday, terrorists detonated several bombs at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. My thoughts and prayers are with the City of Boston, the victims and their families and the first responders and investigators who now have the arduous task of finding the persons responsible for this cowardly act.
Sadly, I experienced my own personal betrayal yesterday. It came at the hands of the people I would least expect and that is why my heart is broken. I know I will recover, but those who hurt me probably think they were doing the “right” thing. The “right” thing would have been to look me in the eye and say, “thanks, but no thanks.” Unfortunately, that thankless task was left to a stranger who knew nothing of my history with the people and issued the form letter-type “thank you for your service” response. Insulting and insincere.
I expect that an appropriate back story will be created, that bears no truth. They will say I “didn’t have enough time.” Those who really knew what I gave, know that I reorganized my life (and my husband’s life), in order to give of my time. For many years. My only regret is not being able to see those I deeply care for, one last time, to say goodbye, good luck and Godspeed. That tore my heart out.
I leave them with these cautionary words:
“Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character;.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.”