i'll never forget where i was, or what the day felt like on september 11, 2001...just as i will never forget where i was or what the day felt like on april 15, 2013...in my future sister-in-laws kitchen with my future family.
i wasn't there. i didn't have to hear or see or feel the horror that my fellow americans did yesterday, including many of my sweet girlfriends who were at the finish line to cheer on our friend kate- she was less than 1/2 mile from the finish line.
i'll say this once- people who kill other people are not heros, they are not brave, they are not martyrs. they are cowards. people who kill 8 year old children, rip limbs from their 1st grade sisters body, send shrapnel into their mothers head, all while they wait proudly for their father to complete a marathon are NOT to be glorified. no god, whichever one to pray to, will open the doors to his kingdom for such people. the real heros are those who didn't run away, but the ones that ran towards.
i am sorry that this happened. i am sorry that we live in a world where we need to be on constant guard for things like this. i'm sorry that such a beautiful day, a day bostonians look forward to all year long, was ruined. but president obama said it right when he said:
"Today is a holiday in Massachusetts, Patriot's Day. It's a day that celebrates the free and fiercely independent spirit that this great American city of Boston has reflected from the earliest days of our nation. It's a day that draws the world to Boston's streets in a spirit of friendly competition. Boston is a tough and resilient town, so are its people."