A tale of a few very different packages

I hope this isn’t inappropriate or come off wrong in any way. My wife (aka. my common sense) tells me that if I have to ask, I probably shouldn’t say it, but she’s at work, so here goes. Let me first point out that I had two friends run the Boston Marathon yesterday. In fact, one of them even wrote “Cancer can kiss my Stache” and drew a mustache on her arm to honor Delaney (I put the pic on the Facebook page). Both runners I knew did great and more importantly, both are fine. Unfortunately, as we all know by now, that isn’t the case for everyone else that was there.

Why? Because a coward or some cowards left some packages with explosives intended to kill or maim as many people as possible. As of right now, they don’t know who did this or the reasons. I’m home with Delaney who isn’t feeling so hot today so I won’t be watching this tragedy over and over again in the news (not that I am better than that by any means, I just don’t think she needs to see it). If I could watch I would want to learn more about the three people dead including an 8 year old child and over 100 people injured. With each different camera angle or different eyewitness, we are reminded over and over again of the evil that was done via some packages in Boston yesterday.

At almost the same time the explosions were happening at the finish line, a mail carrier was delivering a package to Highlands Ranch, Colorado. All you had to do was see the picture of the big mustache in the middle and all the mustaches that decorated  the envelope to know that it was addressed to Delaney. Inside were 22 handmade cards from students in Rossmoor, California who will probably never meet Delaney (a lot of them are the same age of the little boy who lost his life yesterday in Boston). As opposed to the terrorism in Boston, there was no evil in this package. There was only love.

Martin Luther King Jr. said, “When evil men plot, good men must plan. When evil men burn and bomb, good men must build and bind. When evil men shout ugly words of hatred, good men must commit themselves to the glories of love.” I don’t know that I would call myself a “good” man, but these excerpts from some of the cards are my attempt to share the glories of love from a group of 7, 8, and 9 year olds that make up “The Stu Crew” of Mrs. Stuart’s Class:

~Dear Delaney, I think you are being a super trooper. You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

~Dear Delaney, I hope you get so much better you are way more braver than me and I’m 9 years old! You’re probably smarter than me. You’re so cute you should be a model!

~You are very funny! I am in the second grade. I love soccer too! My team is called the Blue Dolphins. You are very nice!

~ I think you are very very cute and pretty. You are a great hero. I think you are so so smart. Do you know I have red hair too!

~I think you are cute from head to toe. I went to the beach before and watched whales. Did you know I like tennis?

~ Dear Delaney, You are a real trooper. Leukemia will not beat you! You are a generous, cute, and pretty girl! You are a roll motel for people in hard time. My grandma’s best friend has a desese, but there will be a cure for her and espeshialy you! You are a great hero for many people! (including me) :). GET WELL SOON! Sincerily,Brooklyn Nicole.

Me too Brooklyn Nicole, me too!