Today, I heard that there were three explosions at the Boston Marathon. I was shocked to hear this and was also concerned that my Aunt Vicky, who lives twenty minutes away, might have been injured. Thank goodness, she’s fine.
How can something like this happen? I ask myself this question whenever I hear about tragic stories, especially terrorist attacks. Like most highly sensitive people, I can’t relate to the idea that someone would purposely want to hurt someone else. That kind of hate simply doesn’t resonate with me.