It started with a spreadsheet. A document with a simple title: “I have a place to offer.” There are emails, phone numbers, and hundreds of messages. Apparently, people in the Boston area are signing up to help those displaced by the marathon explosions. The messages I read were a testament to the solidarity of Bostonians:
“I don’t live in the city, but can come get anyone who needs a place to stay.”
“Space for one person on a pull-out couch,”
“I will pay for the taxi ride from wherever.”
“You ran right by my house, Beacon & Tappan.”
“We have a spare bedroom. But we also have a cat just in case you have allergies.”
“Can offer long term place for family with someone in the hospital.”
“I just made soup!”
The last message, the one about soup, really struck a chord in me.
I envisioned a person preparing soup in his kitchen, eagerly awaiting to help those hurting for food and shelter. What a beautiful act of love. The way I see it, this Google form is more than just a spreadsheet, a list of names. It’s an illustration of perfect strangers opening their hearts to those in need. A bed, a hot shower, a home cooked meal . . . It’s the little things that help the healing process. It’s stories like this that restore my faith in humanity.
There is still good amid terror. The human spirit is still alive. Resilient.
At noon on Tuesday, over put their personal information on the internet for everyone to see. For the world to see that this act of cowardice will not crush the people of Boston. Nor, will it crush the belief of Americans. We will pledge togetherness. We will stay strong. We will keep running the race.