Then later in the day, of course, the horrible Boston Marathon bombs.
Then Paul comes home, rushing in, "Please tell me the girl is riding my bike!" Of course she wasn't. I had left the garage door open when I got home earlier and at some point in the hours between that and Paul's return, someone swiftly rode (STOLE) his bike (that he riding to work, weather permitting) out of our garage.
Obviously our little events pale enormously to what happened in Boston, but the cumulative summary to me was that People Suck. In our little neighborhood, I wanted to believe that we're all good people, in the same boat, and leaving the garage door open during the day while I was home wasn't too much to ask for. I felt stupid and I could hear multiple voices give a sighed eyeroll to my naive trust. In this day and age, what did I expect after all?
Times that by a million for the community of the Boston Marathon. What should have been an event that reveres the human spirit and will achieving such a grueling athletic feat in a city celebrating Patriots Day became a nightmare. It's harder to think of clearer examples of innocent victims than those who died and were injured and maimed by these bombers.
What a bleak damn day.
Then I had heard about Patton Oswalt's Facebook post:
Needless to say, this post came at the right time. "The good outnumber you, and we always will." Such a reminder in the faith of humanity is just what I needed to hear. And perhaps to drive the point home, when I told a friend about what happened to Paul's bike, she volunteered lending her mountain bike that she hadn't been using. And the icing on the cake, was when I called the orthodontist office about missing the appointment because of a field trip, the woman laughed and said, "Is that just like kids? Let's just reschedule that..." without any mention of the cancellation fee.
I am so grateful for these breaks. Maybe People don't suck after all.
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