As I'm writing this post I'm distracted by the disturbing news coming from Boston - the bomb blasts that killed and injured an undetermined number of people. So I thought of my piggy bank... This piggy bank was a gift from my parents and it was intended to remind us of the big trip overseas that we want to make next year. Piggy banks often remind us of our dreams - of things we're saving up for, whether it's an ice cream cone, a new pair of shoes or a once in a lifetime trip. More than a "bucket list," a piggy bank is a visceral reminder that we're actually doing something to get us closer to our goals.
When tragedy strikes, like today in Boston, we often think about shattered dreams - of hopes people had for their lives which are now either delayed or cancelled. Hope is the thing which moves us forward - which gets us out of bed in the morning and gets us through each day with expectation. When hopes are wounded, there is more than just physical damage.
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