Peace in the Storm

A few weeks ago, our family went to a basketball game at school. Since my husband is a teacher, and both my kids are students, we try to attend several events through the year. It's always fun to see my kids interacting with their friends and to root for students from my husband's classes.
This night, though, there were several tense moments. A coach had to sit out for a quarter due to his temper. Fouls happened left and right. And one player on the other team actually collapsed.
We all sat in suspense while adults hovered around the teenager, making sure she was breathing and trying to get her heartrate down. 

Slowly, the teams made their way off the court and to the dressing rooms. Quiet settled over the once-rowdy gym. Security guards and teachers and admin rushed here and there to get her whatever she needed. Eventually, flashing lights shone through the windows and EMTs loaded her on a gurney.
While all this was going on, the guest cheerleaders were huddled together, their sobs audible. As I watched, our cheerleaders made their way across the gymnasium. They wrapped their arms around those girls and they huddled up and prayed with them.
I teared up. Literally, had to wipe my eyes. That was ... AWESOME.
To see girls who half an hour before were "enemies" joining together to seek comfort and peace, it was powerful. Peace amidst the storm of the night. 
I don't know if the girls themselves carried that moment with them for longer than that night, but it's stuck with me. Because it's how we should all be.
Life is hard. It's full of bumps and downs and never promises roses. But as Christians, we carry the peace of God with us through it all. And when we see someone, even someone deemed an enemy, shouldn't we share that peace? 
I hope I remember that moment forever. And that I can emulate it in my own life, too.
How about you? Have you ever witnessed such a powerful moment of peace? Have you ever been moved to tears when witnessing others' actions? In a good way?