The events of last week are fresh like open wounds in our hearts. There are still children fighting for life from hospital beds. My community is grieving and broken, unsure of how to heal just yet. My own heart continues its ache, and I pray. A lot. Sleep is not a priority for many.
In the midst of this turmoil there are many different faces. Some attempt to bring laughter to the anguish. Some exude sympathy without a word. A few are angry and looking for anything to blame.
There are also the faces that belong to extraordinary, though quite ordinary, folks. These are the folks I would like to thank for stirring hope in my heart on this evening's drive.
Red and white ribbons adorn downtown, and every street into the city. The hearts, bows and initials "MP" are bold and beautiful. The city is blanketed in symbols of unity and support. Their message is clear:
Tragedy will not define us.
Pain will not drown us.
We lift each other up in love.
Hate has no purpose.
Hope is alive.
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