Boston in my heart.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of world we live in...And then the bombing at the Boston Marathon answers my question. I have yet to fully grasp the concept of why innocent people have to pay for another person's lack of sanity. I cannot imagine the pain...the anguish...the horror which captures the sorrow civilians worldwide must be experiencing. How do you watch as someone gets blown to pieces? How do you sleep comfortably at night knowing there is a parent without their child? How do you take the life of someone you don't even know? When is your stopping point? When the world is stripped of all its good? Who on earth ever told you that wounding innocent victims was something to be proud of? You have no soul, and I pity who you are. You see, you haven't made us weak; you've made us resilient to people like you. For every single corrupt person such as yourself, there are people who are good and pure. For every person planting a bomb, there are thousands more running a marathon. For every person who laughs at the dead or dying, you have thousands more donating blood, sending prayers, and volunteering their time. Horrific catastrophes such as this are the fault of single individuals, who make violence a loud statement. Our job, is to enable the statements of the good to be even louder.