We all need our heroes.
Sometimes our heroes are larger-than-life figures, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Sometimes they are ordinary people doing the extraordinary things that then make them anything but. Sometimes their gestures are huge; sometimes just a small thing that saves the day. But always, always, always our heroes reflect back to us what we aspire to be. What we wish we could be.
The heroes of the Boston Marathon tragedy — the first responders who ran toward the blasts without a moment’s hesitation — may have been ordinary people at the start of the race, but they were transformed into superheroes at the fiery finish line. Theirs is the kind of courage and heart that we can all only hope to have had if put in that same situation.
To the victims, their families, and the entire city of Boston — our hearts break for you as you manage through the all-too-familiar horror that has now shattered your lives. To all those who grieve, from Boston Harbor to San Francisco Bay — we share your helplessness, your anger, your tears.
And to those who rushed in to hell thinking only of others — the words “thank you” do not seem nearly enough. You are the reason we all still believe. You are the ones that brighten the darkness. You are our evidence of good in a world that too often makes us question its existence.
You are our heroes.
© 2013 Claudia Grossman