I woke early that morning. Any other day, and that fact wouldn’t have stood out from the other million mundane occurrences that have made up my life.
I woke early that morning, crawled down from the top bunk of the dorm bed (trying not to wake my roommate), grabbed a towel and headed to the shower.
I woke early that morning and kept ahead of schedule. Unusual, only in that I normally trudge through the early moments of my day.
I woke early that morning, and for the first time that semester, decided I had time to turn on the TV for a few minutes before hoofing it to class on a warm September morning.
I woke early that morning, and the screen glowed with a fireball, as an airplane made impact with a building.
My wife and I stopped at Krogers for milk; otherwise, I wouldn’t have turned off the MP3 player and decided to switch to sports radio.
We stopped at Krogers for milk after a week on the road, a few days of warm weather, and so many hours without worrying about ink and paper.
We stopped at Krogers and, as the radio’s red light turned on, 670 AM personality Dan Bernstein was waiting, wearing his serious voice.
Not his usual smug, “I am seriously smarter than you” voice (a voice I tend to enjoy).
No, his voice indicated this topic was serious.
One of the above happened less than a week ago, the other more than a decade.
Yet, these little mundane truths that led to finding out about these two national tragedies stick out in my mind. Probably always will.
It’s probably the same instinctual ability to note minor details I use without realizing as a reporter.
What I can’t fathom is the little mundane truths that lead any person to concocting a bomb and placing it in the middle of an unsuspecting, defenseless crowd.
A group of people, nonetheless, that had altered their personal mundane details for months to train for as grueling a personal and physical test as we have.
I can’t understand how such an act, or flying a plane into a building full of people dreaming of vacation while trudging through work, improves any organization’s political or religious position.
I don’t know how we as a people – not just of this country, but of the world – can figure out how to align seven billion mundane lives into some semblance of harmony.
I do feel that if we don’t soon, then the impacts will escalate in grander forms, with more dire results.
Just look at the wild pursuit of the Boston Marathon bomb suspects through the streets of Boston early Friday morning as an example.
There’s not much sport in this column, I know, but this time, the world outside stepped between the lines of friendly competition and landed into the pages of every section of the paper.
Finding a way to incinerate the hate and evil that lead to terrorism, to the point that we could all get back to the mundane and forgettable would be, in my opinion, spectacular.