As a parent, I often struggle with whether or not to discuss tragic events with my seven-year-old son; yet often times, no matter how much I try to protect him from news I know would frighten him and make him question mankind, he inevitably ends up hearing it from other sources.
When I first heard the terrible news out of Boston yesterday, that a terrorist or terrorists planted bombs across the finish line at the Boston Marathon killing three and injuring more than a hundred others, my first reaction was anger and an ever-increasing loss of faith in humankind. How do you explain such evilness to an innocent young child?
After watching hours and hours of news coverage and witnessing people risk their lives for complete strangers, it hit me: this isn’t a story about the terrorists; it’s a story about the heroes.
It’s the story of Carlos Arredondo, the man in the cowboy hat who risked his own life to tend to a man who lost his leg in the blast.
It’s the story of the runners who crossed the finish line and continued on towards the area hospital so that they could donate blood. So many volunteered to donate that they ended up turning them away.
It’s the story of Joe Andruzzi, a three-time Super Bowl champion for the New England Patriots, who carried victims away from the aftermath.
It’s the stories of the first responders whose first instinct was to, rather than run away from the explosion for their own safety, run towards it to help the victims who could not save themselves.
These are the stories I will tell my son. I cannot hide from him the fact that evil exists in some men no matter how hard I try. I can, however, teach him the heroic stories of those who are inherently good–how in this world, despite the fact that evil does exist, good people will always outnumber the evil.