In many ways we are lucky. We aren’t Syria, or Egypt, or Tunisia or countless other locations that are experiencing daily violence on a large scale. But I suppose it would be impossible to feel lucky if you were the Richard’s family who lost their 8 year old son in the Boston Marathon bombing. I would be incapable of looking at any of those teachers or parents in Newtown and say “we’re lucky”. When senseless violence occurs – whether it affects one person or thousands of people – nobody feels lucky.
But, we are indeed lucky. We are lucky because we live in a country that is based on mutual trust, love and respect. When you have a body of citizens that swear an oath to uphold that standard they do crazy things like,
Open their homes to strangers
Feed people for free
Broadcast well wishes and words of encouragement from the largest media outlets in cities far away
Mobilize an entire population within minutes
We are lucky. We are lucky that we have each other and that is what makes us different.