In the evening of Friday, November 13th, terrorists attacked unarmed civilians in Paris, leaving over 150 dead and counting. I, as are most, am still trying to process this horrendous event. Because these victims were just like you and me. They were going about their days. Then they went to a restaurant. Or a stadium. Or a theatre. It’s all hitting too close to home.
In the evening of Friday, November 13th, I was preparing for one of our last shows of the season. Because I work for a theatre, my weekends are filled with various performances, causing me to interact with all kinds of people and experience all kinds of situations. Tonight as I was carrying on, business as usual, I received notifications on my phone of civilian shootings. And you know what? I thought about it for two seconds and kept on doing what I was doing. Which was probably posting something on Facebook or answering an email. It wasn’t until my phone starting to buzz continuously that I realized this was something different. This was something unprecedented. How sad is it that we live in a world where I barely even blink over the words “shooting spree”?
In the evening of Friday, November 13th, I thought about my job differently than I usually do. My focus shifted from hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with difficult patrons to praying for our safety. I looked out onto the crowd of souls that occupied our auditorium and was filled with grief, not excitement. Because 5,000 miles away and a few short hours ago, people just like the ones before me were filling an auditorium. They felt eager and happy and safe. Until the most evil of humanity massacred them.
In the evening of Friday, November 13th, we all lost more of our innocence. Terrorism has been a part of our lives for quite some time now, but tonight it manifested itself in the most harrowing of ways. How do we continue on when such atrocities plague society? How can we overcome the fear and grief of these attacks? How do we move forward?
In the evening of Friday, November 13th, I learned about humanity. I learned that in spite of all the sadness and hatred, people are truly good. Amidst all the horrors taking place, the citizens of Paris have opened their homes, and the citizens of the world have joined together to pray to their God for peace. Goodness prevails because we as the collective human race demand it.
In the evening of Friday, November 13th, I saw evil and I saw love. And let me tell you, love will always be the winner.