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Head's Corner, April 23, 2013
Greetings CMS Families,
I hope that you and your loved ones are well, especially after last week’s tragic events. Words cannot express the myriad of emotions I am certain that we as a community are all experiencing. My heart goes out to all of the families whose lives have been affected or tragically ended too soon by the inhumane act of violence. We were all looking forward to vacation last week. In many ways it is the break that gives us that boost of energy we need to carry us to the finish line. Instead on Patriot’s Day, the Boston Marathon was abruptly ended turning a celebratory event into a tragedy.
My family was just returning from a trip to Philadelphia, the City of Brotherly Love. My husband was invited to give a sermon at my sister’s church. We made the best weekend, kicking it off by having a double date night with my sister and her husband. We left the children, ages 15-22, at home and we went to the movies to see 42. It is an incredible story about Jackie Robinson integrating Major League Baseball. The story rocked my soul. The story highlighted the relationship, trials and tribulations that Mr. Robinson and Branch Rickey, owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers, had during that time. I was particularly proud that Mr. Rickey was an alum of my alma mater, Ohio Wesleyan. I left the theater with mixed emotions but with a sense of pride. The next day my husband delivered a sermon about dreams to a lively and welcoming congregation. If you ever need your spirits lifted, just go to a black church. I guarantee your spirits will be lifted quicker than any trip to the local Starbucks or a Friends and Family sale at the local department store. Phil’s sermon was inspiring. “Dreams are meant to be fulfilled not deferred through faith and perseverance.” It was an awesome weekend.
I sent a message on Facebook about the sermon and tweeted an ode to my father-in-law, “to the Original Dr. Tucker, thank you for being the Jackie Robinson at Stanford.” I immediately turned on the TV to catch the end of the marathon when there was breaking news that two bombs exploded at the finish line. I was frantic. My best friend and her 12-year-old son had posted a picture of themselves at the finish line on Boylston Street. My heart sank. All the thoughts about dreams, Jackie Robinson, and my inspiration vanished in that moment. I felt vulnerable because I couldn’t reach her. It reminded me of 9/11. My brother was working near the World Trade Center when the Twin Towers were hit, and we could not reach him for what seemed like an eternity. In both cases, my loved ones were fine, but the city and the world would never be the same. The week was a blur to me, with images of the event played over and over on every television station, emotions shared on social media, and the city – our beloved city – under the world’s microscope.
Our public officials rallied together. Mayor Menino, Governor Patrick, and President Obama worked beautifully as a team. Their message, “Boston is a tough city. We are resilient!” resonated not only with me but also with the rest of our community and the world. It’s hard to believe that tragedy hit so close to home. In his efforts to encourage us, President Obama gave the city “kudos” for its rich diversity, welcoming atmosphere, and community. I love this city because of all of the things people have said about us. I love this city most because of our ability to bond in the face of adversity. I told my husband that Bostonians are cut from a different cloth. He was amused by my comment, but I meant it. He’s from LA; they wouldn’t understand. We have Jackie Robinson’s courage, Branch Rickey’s vision, and a community that achieves lofty dreams, together. Our thoughts and prayers are with our neighbors in crisis. We are all a part of an amazing community. Our dream, while temporarily deferred, is to help everyone cross the finish line and that will happen! I wish you and your family the kind of peace that passes all understanding. This, too, shall pass. Have a phenomenal week!