The running community supported the family during Chris' convalescence by providing meals, baby sitting, and lending support and comfort where needed. We came together in a big way and I like to think we made a tiny difference to the family during this remarkably difficult time. Like all communities we supported our own, even if we didn't know them personally. We didn't need to voice our thoughts... it could have been anyone of us, fate chose Chris.
What can we take from this experience? For me I think of family and friends. I think of the preciousness of life and I think of the the thin thread from which we all dangle precariously. I think of how lucky I am to have good health, numerous friends, and supportive family. I think of the quality of my life past and present. I think of my friend Jim who, at age 49, died from cardiac arrest... sadly, there were no heroes around. I think of Ali and Chico and the shy heroes that walk among us and perform extraordinary courageous acts when called upon.
Most of all I think of Chris and Shelley and how they survived this ordeal with such dignity and love. They accepted our acts of kindness with gratitude understanding full well that they were for us just as much as for them.
I've never met Chico and Ali. Perhaps I will one day and if I do, I'll tell them they're heroes.
To my pal Jim... I think of you every day.