Yesterday’s breaking news put me through the ringer. First shock, then panic, followed by intense fear, anger and frustration. I heard there’s a similar chain of emotions following a traumatic event. Those of you who are psychology gurus, help me out here (and I apologize if I screwed it up).
When I saw the footage on the news in the middle of the day, at first I thought I was seeing things. Then I realized it was a public event…and then Boston. I felt immediate panic. Catalyn was there.
No, she’s not just the other host of Just Because. Catalyn and I met three years ago when we were working towards teacher certification. We were in the same morning class that summer, and we kept in touch over that first year. There weren’t many in our cohort of 200+ new teachers by the end of the year. Over 100 had quit.
Throughout our second year of teaching, Catalyn and I would meet up and have wine and dinner (in that order) and have heart to hearts. Even though were weren’t really close during our teacher training, we became REALLY close by the end of our second year of teaching (2012). By then, I was moving to Georgia. She got me into blogging in the first place. How time flies.
So when I saw the news yesterday, my thoughts fled to her. Was she ok? Was she hurt? I hate to admit it, but I was afraid of knowing. I tried texting her. I didn’t call so that she could call her husband and family. But it was killing me. I tried tweeting her (why I thought this would work out is beyond me). What if I heard the worst? My stomach was in knots and my heart was breaking.
Then I remembered Facebook. (I never thought I’d see the day that I’d favor Twitter over Facebook). I checked her personal page, and there it was…a mention by a family friend stating that both Catalyn, her mom, and her friends were all OK. What a HUGE sigh of relief. Shortly after that she was able to text me back and told me the phones weren’t working at all. She was close to the bomb she told me. UGH! Only about 150 yards away from it. Luckily she was ok.
What about those other poor families who had injured loved ones? What about the three victims who died? It makes me angry that people can be so heartless and inflict so much pain and destruction in this world. Why? WHY? I refuse to believe that you worship an entity that encourages mass killings. There’s so much more I could say about this, but it would take pages.
Hug your loved ones a little tighter this morning. You never know when your last goodbye will be.