I learned something about myself on September 11, 2001. I can only take so many images, so many words, so many reports of tragedy. I distinctly remember being glued to the television all day that day and then at approximately 9:30 that night I stood up and said enough. I would read the headlines to keep up on the news but I was done with the exhaustive reporting, the never ending images of destruction and death. Done.
So today when these unbelievably sad, terrible things happen… the Newtown shootings, the Boston bombing, the tornado in Oklahoma… I learn what’s happening. I find tears welling up in my eyes as I imagine the pain and fear and sadness those people are going through. I pray. And I turn off the news.
In today’s society there is so, so much to take in with these tragedies and I can only take so much. I’m not burying my head in the sand. I’m doing what those people wish they could do, I’m living my life. I’m loving my children. I’m praying.