I’ve always said that I preferred the company of animals over that of humans……well, I really do love being around animals, that is true. But a Facebook status that was shared over and over and over again made me think about this a little differently. This particular posting pointed out some of the good things seen related to the recent bombings at the Boston Marathon. It pointed out all of the people who ran toward – not from – people who had been injured, all of the people who donated blood, opened their homes, prayed, and otherwise came through for the victims of the bombing. How many good, good people were involved as opposed to the number of bad people? Well, lets just say that there are far fewer people wanting to hurt than there are people wanting to help.
My ability to relate better to family first, then animals, really isn’t a reflection of how I feel about humanity. It is more my inability to process and respond to information quickly which really makes social interaction awkward. Add that to whatever part of my brain that fogs up when surrounded by the cacophony of human voices, and it makes me out to be a very unsocial person.
I love my family most of all. I love my dogs, my goats, my chickens, my pony, my cats.......I love the horses I've met over the past couple of weeks. But I realize that there is a lot of love among the human race. It is unfortunate that the mean and the ugly few are the ones who get noticed.
The Boston Marathon bombing struck especially close to home because I am a runner and I've participated in many, many races over the past 20 years. I know that the runners and all of the spectators are a good bunch. We are all there to celebrate our sport of running. If you have ever had the opportunity to participate in a race in which the spectators are every bit participants in the race as the runners, you'll understand. For instance, the Marine Corp marathon has spectators and supporters nearly the entire 26.2 miles. Another half marathon that I ran last fall, people had drinks set up at the end of their driveways out in the middle of no where. One guy had a couple of really cold cans of beer that runners could pour a little into a cup to get a quick, cold sip. Some families offered oranges and bananas. They didn't have to do that, they weren't registered volunteers, they were just nice people who did this 'just because'. In the Air Force marathon, I swear that everyone in the little town through which we ran was out cheering us on, ringing their cow bells and really creating a party atmosphere.
So these are the good people. These are among the people who were hurt on Monday. So many of them and so few of the worthless pieces of garbage like whomever set those bombs.
And you know what? I'll bet that those good people will be out at those races again this year. Because good always conquers evil. I don't care what anyone says.
So I've had a change of heart. I may not say it, I may get frustrated with the human race, but I do care. Very much.