I’m tired of tragic news.  The news today from the Boston Marathon that two explosions killed three and injured more than 80 people is equal parts scary, painful and sickening.  I understand this world we live in is not the world my parents grew up in and I’m scared that the world my children will grow up in will be that much worse than the one we’re in now.  I understand that, as globalization brings down the walls that separate nation states, we’re going to be thrust into a world where we face similar challenges as other countries, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it!

My heart goes out to the victims and their families, no doubt, but it also aches a bit for the simple days when we didn’t have to lock the doors and look behind our backs on dimly lit streets.  I miss the days when we could travel without constant reminders of the security risks we’re under.  A few months ago I angrily added that I’ll miss the days when I could trust my children and wife would be safe at school.  Today, I’ll add that I miss the days when I could run 26.2 miles and only be worried about whether I’d die in a figurative sense.  No, this is not a good day.  I’m angry that my children won’t grow up in a world of innocence  thankfully this world will always be one of wonder and watching how America recoils from this tragedy will be something worth watching and teaching them.  Yes, today it’s okay to be angry.  With some time, and more time for those who’ve been directly impacted, there will be a time for healing.  The greatest way to combat this is to silently punish, without any media attention, those who perpetrated this awful crime and to hug your loved ones and remind them that there is still hope for a better world.