Prayers for Boston: Nothing will ever be the same
As I watched the horrific events unfold in Boston on Monday, I couldn't stop thinking about how so many runners and spectators had their wonderful days destroyed. It is supposed to be a joyous day, a day where Bostonians cheer for the Red Sox, and then cheer for the runners and take pride in their great city. Instead, because of a sickening act, our TV screens were filled with grisly images and injury counts.
We initially heard there were serious injuries and that there might be casualties, too. Then we learned there were at least two people who had died, including an 8-year old. Later, we were told that a third person had died. More than 100 people were injured, too. I received an e-mail saying that a friend of a friend was injured at the race and might have to have her leg amputated. What?
The Boston Marathon was destroyed, in some way, forever on Monday. People will run harder and scream louder next year, which will be a comforting sight. But there will never be another marathon in which people aren't worried, even just a bit, about something happening. Things changed drastically on Monday. For those three victims and their families, nothing will ever be the same. It's so despicable that a hallowed Patriots' Day, a day so many adored, has been forever marred by what cowards did.
As I listened to President Obama's first media address, he called Boston a resilient and tough city and said it would rebound. Across more than 20 years of covering Yankees-Red Sox games, I've witnessed Boston's toughness, resiliency and passion. As disturbing as it was to watch the video of the explosions, it was remarkable to see how quickly people responded to help. Would you have run toward the explosion or away from it? In the videos I saw, dozens of people were running toward the unknown because they wanted to help. In times of despair, those types of actions should give all of us reason for hope.
My prayers and, in some cases, my condolences are with those people that were impacted by the tragedy in Boston. After watching several hours of news coverage, I needed a diversion. Wayne Chainey, a friend who works at Boston University, had given me a B.U. shirt. I dug into my closet, put it on and went for a run. I prayed the whole way. I was with Boston on Monday, on Monday and every day.
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