Recent events in Manchester have put things into perspective even more. For me, it has been sickening to see what some people are capable of; to see how much one action can affect an entire city. Families and friends have been distraught, heartbroken, and empty.
I can’t even imagine how it would have felt to have been at the Ariana Grande concert on Monday 22 May. The noises. The fear. The vision that was displayed. Children. Young, young children.
Sometimes I ask myself, “What kind of world do we live in?” and I see a cruel one. But then I take a step back and see that it can be people who make it that way.
However, when I look at the strength and togetherness of Manchester, I see a city who are proud, and one which will definitely stand together. That makes me see the world we live in from a whole different perspective.
No age determines the more of a right you have to be taken away from the world. 8 years old, a little girl, a beautiful soul. Why? To have the intention to hurt anyone of any age in all of this atrocity is sickening, but children, is a completely other level.
Look back on yourself as an eight year old? Can you even imagine what the little girl was experiencing? Or any of those people on the evening? A night full of life and excitement ended with despair, grievance, and sorrow.
I’ve never been in such a situation so I certainly cannot picture it. I can only imagine that the pain and flashbacks would stay with me forever.
A lot of people are saying we are not afraid. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little bit afraid. The power behind the attack terrifies me. When I’ve been travelling to work this week my head has been turning in all directions. The first day, everywhere was crazily busy. I couldn’t go down any of the roads to get there. It felt quite surreal to see how many police, armed police, and filming crew around surrounding Manchester Arena, Victoria Station, and nearby.
Yesterday, one policewoman asked if I was okay. I just took a moment to look at the Manchester Arena, as this was the first time I was able to walk past again since Monday night walking from work to where I get the bus. My eyes began to water as I saw the reality of what had happened. It wasn’t a nightmare.
22 May 2017 will trigger many peoples’ emotions and bring back the worst of memories for the rest of their lives. Utter and complete heartbreak.
On Tuesday morning, a man driving by stopped behind me and said “Excuse me…” I was on edge and felt scared to turn around. It was only a driver looking for where a certain building was. I feel quite silly to feel that way because I think about those parents who have lost children, and others who have lost a family member.
I’ve felt stronger walking past the area again this morning but today I saw something else. I saw two women contributing to the flowers, teddy bears, and bee decorations that were placed outside. I took a moment to stop, and gulped. I had no words.
It was silent.
I’m going to place some flowers there tomorrow on my way to work.
I didn’t want to make this post too long or too deep because there’s already enough pain going through many peoples’ hearts. But remember, Manchester supports you. There are many people who will do anything they can to help, from the homeless, to the amazing response of blood donors turning up at centres.
Stay strong Manchester.
It’s great to see the other cities and countries who are supporting us. Here’s to making Sunday 28 May a special way for the city of Manchester at the Great Manchester Run. I’m sure we’ll all feel a sense of pride once we complete it.