I thought I was having a bad day yesterday, and then everything was put into perspective.

I couldn’t stop hitting refresh. I didn’t want to look but I needed to know, to bear witness as if my knowing would somehow ensure that my sympathies, my silent prayers, would be felt by those in need.

Mr. Rogers words have been shared, and shared again, and they are wise and worth holding on to:

“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.”

and in every story yesterday, the helpers were there.

Boston, my heart is with you.