I had another blog written and ready to go, however, after today I scrapped it in favor of this one.
One of the members of my critique group, Phyllis Appleby, writes and performs mystery dinner theatre, and has for a number of years. She also is the caregiver for her 25 year old son, Paul, who has CP. He is a shining light for everyone who knows him, including an executive from Fedex who has raced with him for years--Paul in his chair, and his buddy running behind him pushing him. The pair are well known in local racing circles, and this year they qualified for the Boston Marathon.
Everyone rallied 'round to make this a good experience. Fedex took Paul's racing chair and other equipment to Boston and delivered them to his hotel. Someone else donated his airline ticket and helped with the hotel expenses and tickets for Phyllis and her husband, Paul's father.
Paul had never been on an airplane before and loved the experience. Phyllis kept the members of our local mystery writers group, Malice in Memphis, and our critique group up to date on where they ate, what they saw and the fun they were having.
Then came race day. We knew Phyllis and Bob planned to see Paul's finish, and he and his running buddy would not be among the first to cross the finish line. Then the news of the bombs hit every news channel.
Suddenly the glorious day turned into horror for too many people.
We who love Paul and Phyllis were glued to the television searching to see if they were at the finish. Phyllis's cell phone didn't answer because the cell towers were shut down.
We worried and prayed for what seemed like forever, but was only an hour or so. Then Phyllis called. They were all safely in their hotel, and had been there since before the bombs went off.
Our friends are safe, but for so many others, one instant of vicious lunacy has changed their lives forever. Let us all hold our dear ones close tonight and say a prayer for those who can't.