And then it was too close to home

It's Wednesday night. I am sitting alone in peace, only a owl hooting somewhere in the distance disturbs the silence. The world seems calm. But it's not. 78 miles away the streets of London are awash with police, clearing the scene of today's terror attack. I am aware my mood, although somber, could be so much different this evening. I was lucky, my friends and family were lucky. So many people very close to me could have been in the area, some SHOULD have been, but unusual circumstances   found them elsewhere, and therefore safe. The terror attacks suddenly got too close for comfort. 

I prayed for Paris, for Nice, for all those that have lost their lives in the past. It is easy to pray. To watch from a distance, to shake your head at the state of the world, then continue to make dinner for your kids, or play in the garden, or kiss them goodnight. Today I am reminded that it could have been us, people could have been saying my loved ones names in their prayers. We had a near miss.   

This afternoon I talked about the terror attack in London with my daughter. She had been too young in the past to discuss these things. I have wanted to protect her, to shelter her from the harm that people do to each other. But as the news came in I couldn't help but gasp, 'Oh No' so she asked. 'Mummy, what happened?' Her face contorted with anxiety. She is clever, she is aware, and I cannot hide everything from her forever. 

The person who caused the pain in London was a bad person. I kept the details vague, they were like the 'naughty robber,' when we play Lego, Or 'Miss Trunchbull' when we read our bedtime stories, but we didn't dwell on them. Instead I showed her the image of the MP that risked his life to help, the police simply doing their jobs, and the doctors and nurses who worked tirelessly to save the injured. When we speak of this incident, and any that may follow, we shall never dwell on the 'bad person'. We will, together, always look for the light, for the good. The bad doesn't deserve the time of day, but the good deserve every second of it.  

Tomorrow life will go on, we will go to work and we will go to school. Those unaffected, will once again shake our heads at the state of the world and wonder what we have bought our children into. But if we can continue to celebrate the heros of the hour, then our children can see there is good to be found. Let the bad be unremarkable, and they shall learn that the future is in kindness, in heroism, not in hate. I for one, will continue to raise the good of this world and I am not afraid.