It’s a year after the Boston Marathon bombings, and as I listen to the stories of those who have lost limbs and loved ones, I find myself deeply moved and weepy. How lucky am I to have these two legs, these two arms and my loved ones present and accounted for? And it occurs to me how I often forget to appreciate these simple blessings daily.
What courage it takes to accept and rebuild your life, once something in it has been changed forever – something over which you had absolutely no control. And yet, I know that many trauma survivors not only survive; they thrive. They find new meaning and purpose, they love harder, appreciate more and live fully. On this day of remembering, I am inspired and commit myself to living and loving with the wholeness of my being. I am grateful for the courage of those who have gone before me to show me how, and to help me to never forget that it is the only thing that truly matters.