I don’t think the horrific event that occurred in our beloved city of Manchester on Monday night needs an introduction. However, being a blog that predominantly covers Manchester life, I felt compelled to acknowledge it on here. Not to ‘cash in’ or jump on the bandwagon, but to explain how this week has been an emotional rollercoaster for many.
Then I changed my mind. I wrote the first draft of this post on Wednesday evening. I then glanced at it again on Saturday and decided to delete the original content because it actually shocked me to read the rawness of my own feelings that day; it had been written from a very angry perspective by a local girl who was hurting and absolutely terrified. You know what? Fuck that. That isn’t what Manchester should be. So I’m keeping it simple.
I’m sure most of us won’t go very long without thinking of all the lives that have been lost/changed forever by the appalling terrorist attack on the arena, the faces of the families pleading for help to find missing children and the damage left behind. But let’s also remember the overwhelming level of support and love, the people who reached out to strangers, the vast sense of community and sheer determination.
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me: “Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping” – Fred Rogers
Be kinder. Be a helper.