I may have mentioned once or twice that I check People.com a lot. Today there is an article on on Indianapolis which would normally give me extra excitement.
Except it was about how a stage collapsed into a crowd who were waiting for Sugarland to perform at the State Fair. Five people were killed and more than 40 were injured.
Last night, Madeline and I met my family at our favorite Mexican restaurant for a going-away dinner for my cousin. Outside the windows, trees were whipping and bending and I made a joke that it was hurricane season.
We waited for the rain to ease up and made a dash to the car. Once home, Janna sent a text asking if we were watching the news about the fair. Once I turned on the TV, it stayed on for the next three hours. The pictures and video from the tragedy are gripping and awful.
Joe and I immediately checked Facebook to see if any of our friends were at the show and, sure enough, we both knew several people who went. One of my friends posted a picture of her two little girls in the grandstand, waiting for the concert to start. I knew they weren't close to the stage, but I still prayed her girls were safe because in the panic and chaos, the news was reporting that some kids were separated from parents.
Joe and I immediately checked Facebook to see if any of our friends were at the show and, sure enough, we both knew several people who went. One of my friends posted a picture of her two little girls in the grandstand, waiting for the concert to start. I knew they weren't close to the stage, but I still prayed her girls were safe because in the panic and chaos, the news was reporting that some kids were separated from parents.
So many others friends and I were relieved when she updated. They were home and safe.
I've read stories like this before but it's never happened just down the street from my house. It's never happened at a place I had been just two days before. It's never happened at a place I associate with only happy memories (except the rampant manure smells).
I'm hoping to raise my kid right. I want to raise her with a strong love for all things Hoosier. When she's older, she might see some of these photos and be moved like her mom when she sees the photos of the people who rushed towards the stage to help those trapped underneath. I want her to also see a picture of a woman who attended the concert in her jean skirt and cowboy boots but then don blue gloves and used her skills as a nurse to help an injured man.
Photographic evidence shows I'm succeeding so far in cultivating State Fair love in Madeline but in the meantime, we'll keep praying for everyone involved in the tragedy last night. May they feel God's everlasting peace, comfort and love.
I've read stories like this before but it's never happened just down the street from my house. It's never happened at a place I had been just two days before. It's never happened at a place I associate with only happy memories (except the rampant manure smells).
I'm hoping to raise my kid right. I want to raise her with a strong love for all things Hoosier. When she's older, she might see some of these photos and be moved like her mom when she sees the photos of the people who rushed towards the stage to help those trapped underneath. I want her to also see a picture of a woman who attended the concert in her jean skirt and cowboy boots but then don blue gloves and used her skills as a nurse to help an injured man.
Photographic evidence shows I'm succeeding so far in cultivating State Fair love in Madeline but in the meantime, we'll keep praying for everyone involved in the tragedy last night. May they feel God's everlasting peace, comfort and love.
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