I stopped in at a running store last night, picking up a few essentials for my half marathon this weekend. Rather than the usual buzz of runners trying on shoes and jogging through the store, conversations about training schedules and race pace, everyone was focused on the television. The I-35W bridge, which connects downtown Minneapolis to the northern suburbs had collapsed less than an hour earlier, leaving dozens of vehicles tossed around like Matchbox cars. Everyone in the store was glued to the television in stunned silence.
What is it about tragedy that abruptly shakes us out of our normal rhythm and has us take a fresh look at our life, our goals, our connections?