It’s been an eventful day. I was at work, not the Boston Marathon, though a friend of mine was about a half-mile from the finish line when the bombs went off. Why Boston? Why the marathon? Why today? I don’t know.
I do know that I read comments on the Internet about today and felt ashamed to be a human. But then there are the stories about marathon runners who ran to the hospital to give blood. Sure, it might not be the smartest thing to do, as you could end up in the hospital yourself, but human beings have an incredible spirit to care for each other when tragedy strikes. We have monsters among us, but we also have enough heroes that in the end, the monsters don’t stand a chance.
It’s not that I necessarily believe that people are inherently good. People are just inherently people. As a species, we produce individuals who could throw a baby to crocodiles and individuals who could jump in front of a train to save a child, and depending on circumstance, that person could be the one and the same. But as a group, I think most of us realize at some level that we either improve together, or we don’t improve at all.