|Photo credit: Sylvie Vachon|
Since that fatal night, all we hear about is desolation, grief and destruction. A local journalist and runner, wondering what he could do to bring at least some measure of relief to the disaster-stricken people, decided to call upon runners from all over Quebec to bring moments of kinship and support to our brothers and sisters of Lac-Mégantic.
The symbol was powerful; instead of a train of death hurling down the hill from Nantes in the night, a lively, colorful train of running people took the same route under the sun to bring much-needed hope and smiles, if only for a brief moment.
I was unsure I could make the trip until the very last moment, when my friends Nick and Josée suggested we share the ride down and join other friends on site. It took only a few minutes before we bumped into Jack, Sylvie and a group of friendly runners we ended up running the whole distance with.
|Photo credit: Robert Skinner, La Presse|
Upon entering the town, rows of people had lined up to welcome us, waving, smiling and wiping tears. We smiled back, cheered, blew kisses and gave high fives all the way, until the crowd and the long line of runners blended together in the town’s park where, for a moment, it seemed that all was right again on the hills of beautiful Mégantic.
Readers who would like to help in the emergency efforts at Lac-Mégantic can donate to the Canadian Red Cross Relief Fund.