Normalcy Will Prevail
Different people deal with tragic events in different ways. That doesn’t mean that one person cares less than another – they just deal with things differently. After the events that unfolded at the finish line of the Boston Marathon on Monday, many people took to social media to express their shock, their anger and their sympathy. If that’s what helps some people cope with the emotions they’re feeling – that’s fine. Personally, that’s not how I deal with things. That’s fine too.
The way I deal with grief and tragic events is through humor. Consequently, it is my tendency to crack jokes at a funeral home. Some appreciate that trait in me, but there are many, many that don’t. I always try to think how I would want people behaving if it were my visitation and I was the one lying in the casket. I wouldn’t want people wallowing in grief and being filled with mournful sorrow. Instead, I would want the people there to have fun telling old stories about me and to be uplifted. That is not the prevailing sentiment in today’s society.
Those that follow me on Twitter probably didn’t even notice that I did not post a single tweet on Monday or Tuesday. I knew better. So I stayed quiet. That didn’t mean I wasn’t checking Twitter and following what was going on. I was, because Twitter has proven to be a valuable and instant news source – you just have to realize that not everything is exactly correct.
Late Monday afternoon and Monday evening, I was checking Twitter very regularly for up to the minute news. There were the expected “Pray for Boston” tweets along with “Tonight, we are all Boston”. There were also the justified tweets from people that were outraged by the sloppy reporting from supposedly credible mainstream journalists out there.
Then there was the occasional tweet from someone who would try to lift the mood with a lighthearted joke, only to be slammed by those who apparently consider themselves the Twitter Police. Just because some people seemingly tweet an average of one hundred times a day, does not give them the right to tell people that now is not the time for humor. I’m not sure that these people have the right to dictate morality and force people into what they consider the only way to grieve, but I digress.
Whatever the case, time marches forward and doesn’t stop for anyone. Surely the families directly affected in Monday’s bombing will never be the same. But what about the rest of us? Our lives will and should move on. To not move on will give a victory to whoever did this. There should and will be an IndyCar race this weekend at Long Beach and a NASCAR race at Kansas, but with extra precautions taken. There should also be a full baseball schedule along with the NBA and the NHL, but also with extra precautions taken.
Unfortunately, we are starting to become numb to actions like what transpired on Monday. We shouldn’t. We should learn from each one of these events and do our best to minimize the chances of them happening again. You can never make everything completely safe, but we cannot live in constant fear and allow events like these to keep us from living our lives.
I will admit that every year that I have attended the Indianapolis 500 since 9/11, the thought runs through my head that it could be a major target for terrorism. I’m sure I’m not the only one to have thought that. But I also have faith that the experts are taking the necessary precautions to prevent anything from happening.
Since 9/11, I’ve also noticed while going to NFL games that the security has become a little more relaxed each year. At Titans games, they quickly glance in Susan’s purse and supposedly pat me down; but it is so non-violating that it wouldn’t be too tough to sneak a device in, if I chose to do so. I hate to say it, but security at IMS is even less threatening than an NFL game.
But whether or not they have done everything humanly possible to prevent an attack at a racetrack, football or baseball stadium or an indoor arena – I’m not going to stay at home out of fear. I may be more diligent and scope out exits whenever I get to my seats in case something did happen, but they are not going to keep me home. If we don’t resume living a normal life in short order, then whoever did this gets to claim a certain measure of victory. I hate to give them that satisfaction.