Tuesday 23rd May 2017
Incomprehensible loss and sadness. That’s how I felt when I woke up and read the news headlines that morning.
The eyes of the world were upon Manchester. Everyone so shocked and stunned by what they heard.
Never had such a devastating attack been so close to home.
Call me naive, sheltered or just numb to the headlines.
Headlines that are becoming all too common. The norm. Loss of lives. Bombings. Terror.
This is the world we now live in.
Now you may say, well this is nothing new, and no it’s not. The threat of terror is something I’ve grown up with for most of my life, however up until now I’ve been very fortunate to be able to say that I’ve never really been directly affected. I’ve watched the atrocities from a distance and felt sadness when others experienced heartache and loss. However this was different. That day I felt the type of sadness I’ve felt when I’ve lost friends or family. It felt personal and it really brought it home.
As with everything, life didn’t stop. Time carried on ticking and the world carried on spinning. People were left to clean up the mess and piece their shattered lives back together. However even by doing this, by carrying on, they were showing that terror has no place in the world. After all terror is cowardly. It has no place in religion or society.
Living without fear is still possible. It has to be otherwise there is no future. But shall I tell you what makes it easier, people.
People from all walks of life coming together. Looking at the bigger picture. Regardless of all our differences we all have so much in common and more often than not you’ll find it is the common ground which is the most important thing.
I’m not saying everyone has to have the same beliefs. Diversity is what makes our country so special. So don’t lose your voice. Don’t agree with someone if you disagree with their opinion but agree to disagree and just have respect. Live in harmony. Side by side.
This type of strength was shown by everyone in the city of Manchester and it made me so proud. As I watched the news and saw stories being told by both victims and helpers they were not spitting hate or cowering in fear they were radiating kindness, empathy and love.
Unfortunately it takes an event like this put things into perspective. I’m so fortunate to have grown up in a country with democracy, equal rights, and a place where I feel safe. I’m so lucky to have lived a fairly sheltered life. For some people these atrocities that we witnessed in Manchester occur on a daily basis. They won’t feel safe, they will helplessly suffer and that’s not okay.
Tomorrow Hazel and I are running the Manchester 10K. We haven’t gotten round to properly choosing a charity or setting up a page (sorry!!) but in light of recent events it seems clear that any money we could potentially raise should go towards helping those who have been affected. So if you want to support us then please feel free to donate to the MEN & British Red Cross Just Giving page.
No amount of money will bring a loved one back and unfortunately no one can unsee the horrors they have seen. However we want to help in any way we can.
Hopefully just by running we can prove that..
Thank you 🙂