Look for the Helpers


How many times will I feel paralyzed to write because of an unthinkable tragedy that just unfolded?

How many times will my newsfeed flood with prayers and horrifying links about a specific event?

How many times will we praise the good in humanity amidst a darker subtext? And why is it always with a darker subtext?

How many times will we promise to hold our children close because yet another child was senselessly killed by a stranger's plotted violence?

How many times do I need to be reminded?

How many times in one year? In one lifetime?

One day Noah will realize that superheroes can't, in fact, stop all the bad guys in the world. And at this rate, it won't be long.

My heart is in Boston, as it was in Newtown, as it was in Aurora. My heart is with humanity — I only wish that were true for everyone. Then maybe this could all stop.

But there's one common denominator in all of the recent (and not-so-recent) tragedies, which is best summed up by Mr. Rogers:

"When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find the people who are helping.' To this day, especially in times of 'disaster,' I remember my mother's words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers — so many caring people in this world."

-Fred Rogers ("Mr. Rogers")

It would sure be nice to have a few superheroes, though.


I originally planned on writing about money tips for "Tax Day," but it all feels so trivial right now. Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. Tonight's for grieving and hoping.