B Strong


Had dinner with Colby last night. We had plans to get together before the Marathon bombings, but even if we hadn’t, we would have had to find a way to see each other this week. Both of us, like so many others, were affected by Monday’s events on many, many levels. This hit close to home – literally, and figuratively – for us. We’re devastated. We’re heartbroken. We’re confused and disillusioned, just like everyone else. It was so comforting – and important – for us to get together at this time. Not so much for talking about the incident. What is there to say? No, it was important just to be together. There is always strength in numbers, and when one of those numbers is Colby, even more so.

Of course, as with any horrible tragedy, Monday’s bombings have given us a glimpse into a lot of good. The brave first responders. Think of having a job where you need to run into the thick of devastation despite that most basic human instinct to run away. The civilians who immediately went to the aid of the injured. The runners who finished (or didn’t finish) the marathon who kept running to reach area hospitals so they could offer to donate blood. The doctors who worked tirelessly to save critically injured victims. The people of Boston who opened their homes to anyone in need of lodging and the kindhearted, resourceful soul who put the Google form together and publicized it so those in need could find a place to stay. A million other acts of kindness, large and small, that provided little bursts of hope this week when it was sorely needed.

Runners are strong. Bostonians are strong. Americans are strong. Yes, we Americans are indeed a strong people, as we have so readily proven, time and time (and time and time) again.

I know we are strong. And I’m happy we’re strong.  I really am. I just wish that we weren’t asked to prove it so damn often.


3 thoughts on “B Strong

  1. I spoke with a friend yesterday who was stopped between Kenmore Square and the Mass Ave bridge over Comm Ave. They didn’t hear the bombs and didn’t really know what was going on for 20 minutes or so. She stood there with everyone else for about 45 minutes. She said how people gave them food and water and clothes and let people use their phones.
    I remember after my first marathon a complete stanger let me use their cell phone to call my wife so I could tell her where to meet me. I thought that was a very generous thing to do. The people of Boston may have a bad rep, but they are great people.

    • I am a born and bred Bostonian, so obviously biased, but I LOVE Boston and its people. They’re a bit like New Yorkers – can be a little tough to take on the outside, but when push comes to shove, you realize what good and generous people they are.

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