If I could be a fly on the wall at any time, when would I do it and why? Well when you ask me I can come up with one million different instances. My main choice is the home of a Bostonian who just learned that some mad man just bombed one of their city’s most sacred events. I want to know the emotion and see the conglomeration of sadness and anger that was manifesting in their heart. Let me know everything they were feeling. Let me feel the agony and remorse.
If there was any moment I could go back and experience it would be April 15, 2013 at 2:49 PM. I wish I could relive it in the sense of not having to lose someone but to know the all around feeling of chaos and anarchy. People running through the streets covered in faces that could describe a Steven King Novel. The feeling of not knowing where your family is or what condition, asking yourself what just happened, are my loved ones okay, what kind of person would do that? I have not seen that much terror in our county since 9/11. It just shows me that terrorism is not something that we took seriously as a country. Now we see how seriously terrifying and threatening it is to our country and other countries. We are talking about losing whole families of people and to what, an angry man with an even angrier god.
If it’s one person or a hundred people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running towards the destruction to help out. This is a giant planet and we’re lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and they’re pointed towards darkness.
This is a day we will never forget. It is on the same level as 9/11, JFK assassination, and Pearl Harbor. Our life has been shaped by these events and we will always have them imprinted in our lives, they are like a tattoo that we will never get removed. Our life wouldn’t be the same without it no matter how bad it was. The idea isn’t to hold a grudge for 1 million years. It is to forgive but to never forget.
