We Are Boston…
What can I say that hasn’t already been said? We are Boston, we are strong. Our people are fighters, always have been. Bostonians are known for being a little rough around the edges, a little heavy on the language, and a little pushy and crass. We love our sports, we love our chowdah, but over all, we love our city.
The events that happened this Boston Marathon Monday shook us to the core. But we are Boston. We rocked a little, but it only made us stronger. As I sit here and wait to hear the President talk about our steadfast hometown, I know I will be moved to tears. I have seen an out pouring of love and support from those all around the country.
Text messages, emails, phone calls, and Facebook messages flooded my life on Monday afternoon, friends from far and wide checking on me and my family. My brother sent out a family text message, making sure we were all safe. Everyone knows someone who was there, who was affected, who was going to go, who walked those streets the day before, like my mother and my sister did.
I have seen pictures of those runners, spectators who ripped off their shirts and held them against those who were injured… Store owners in the area who pulled people in from the streets to safety and used brand new clothing off their shelves to cover those in need… Police, military, fire fighters, hospital staff, off duty workers, and common every day people, running towards the explosion and helping to carry people to safety.
My heart has been broken, touched, moved, over and over again. Now we need to heal. We need to help all of those that were there that day. All those who were injured, witnessed the horror, helped those in need, ran for their lives, watched from their homes, they need our help now. To those runners who were diverted, stranded, finished, involved… I tip my hat to you and we are proud of you. Your day was over shadowed by a black cloud created by cowards. Your hard work will not be forgotten.
My words can not do much at all. They can’t bring back lives, they can’t heal bodies, they can’t help nightmares of that day be pushed away. What they can do is be there and remind us not to forget. They can remind us all in a month, six months, a year, why we all became “Boston.” I hope this blog serves as a reminder, despite whatever we find out in the next few days, to stay strong, to stay connected, to pray, to be kind, to love.
We are strong, Boston strong. All of America has become Boston. To those who are hurting and scared, we love you and we will help you heal. To those who are loving us right now, Thank You, we need your support more than ever. I am proud to be from this town. I am proud to call this place my home. I am proud to be Boston.