I won't watch those gory killing fighting bloody movies. I don't like them. The only movies I will sit down to watch are comedies. Because I want to laugh and I want to be enlightened. I don't want to watch guns and shooting and bombs and blood and death. I don't want to see the corruptness and the craziness and the insanity. I'd much rather steer clear of these types of movies and pop a romantic comedy in the DVD player instead. I much prefer that world. A world that makes me feel warm and giddy and happy. And yet, no matter where I turned as the story of the Boston Marathon began to unfold – whether I was on social media, watching TV or listening to the radio – as I became engrossed in the insanity of it all, I felt like I was watching a horrible movie. As gory images flashed before me... Images of absent limbs and bloody streets and dazed faces and lost loves. Images of hurt and sorrow and loss and fear. Images that I so desperately didn't want to see, but couldn't tear myself away from. I kept thinking of how I don't really like these types of movies. I wanted to turn the movie off and put on a comedy instead. But this was real life. This was really happening. I'm at a loss for words. Why? I was starting to lose faith... In our world. In humanity. In EVERYTHING. And then I read this quote: "If you alter your life out of fear, then the bad guys win. And that's the worst outcome of all." – Michael Levin And then this one: "When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mom would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.'" – Fred Rogers And then I read the stories of instant heroes... Like the marathon runners continuing to run to the hospital after they crossed the finish line to donate blood or the local restaurant- and home-owners who opened their doors and hearts to those affected. And... I saw that there is a lot of good in our world. Plenty of it. An abundance of it. I just wish that all of the good was enough to disintegrate all of the bad.