The world is a terrible place.
It’s hardly worth referencing a specific incident to support this statement. Just turn on your TV. Turn on the radio. Log on to any social media platform. Open your front door. You could spit and it would land on something awful taking place. The reasons why are too numerous to count.
The Eiffel Tower with its lights extinguished to honour those killed in the recent attacks
My one and only trip to Paris thus far in my life was in 1995.
I was 17 years old at the time and on a trip to London with my father and his lady-friend to visit my uncle – my dad’s brother – and two cousins.
(A/N: This post is in honour of the victims, the emergency staff, and those in mourning in Boston)
I was on the treadmill, running, as the devastating events surrounding the Boston Marathon were unfolding.
Because of the time difference between Boston and Vancouver, BC, it was my lunch hour, which, as usual, saw me in the gym located beneath my office.
I was enjoying my run that day, which is by no means a guaranteed occurrence. Afterward, to commemorate, I took to Twitter to convey my delight in how just the right song coming up on one’s iTunes shuffle at just the right time (such as during the final five-minute sprint) can transform an otherwise good run into one that’s AWESOME and KICKASS and makes you feel able to CONQUER THE WORLD!
It was then that I took a closer look at the content of all those #Boston tweets filling my Twitter stream….
In honour of the victims and the survivors and families of Newtown, Connecticut. My thoughts are with you.