From where I sit I can see Boston. I
can see pain, suffering and anguish. I can see three families in
mourning and dozens of others left with more questions than answers.
I can see a day of celebration left devastated by an act of
terrorism. I can see a vain attempt to intimidate both a country and
a way of life.
I can also see acts of heroism. I
can see people bent over the bleeding and dieing offering comfort and
aid. I can see strangers applying pressure to a wound, others
offering the shirts off their backs to stem the flow of blood. I can
see victims being carried away as Boston's finest men and women rush
in to help.
I can see the outpouring of support
from Bostonians. Opening their doors and their hearts to anyone from
anywhere. But it doesn't stop at the outskirts of Boston. The fans
of the Blackhawks in Chicago, taking a moment of silence, then
raising their voices in support. In defiance. Those scenes were
repeated across the continent.
I will not be afraid. I will not be
intimidated. I will mourn with those who have lost loved ones. I
will stand in support of those who protect me.
My deepest thoughts and prayers to all
those affected by the attack.
The Boston Marathon will be back next
year...and I will be watching...and still in the cheap seats.
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