I’ll be back to my regular blogging shortly, but it just didn’t feel right to talk about myself today. My mind constantly goes to the parents who lost their 8-year old son. To the 27 year old who lost both of his limbs, while standing in the crowds to watch his girlfriend run. To the father who has pushed his son’s wheelchair through the marathon for years… and who was forced to pick up his son in his arms this year to carry him from harm. To the girl who is sitting in a hospital room and tweeting that she wants to personally meet the man who carried her to safety, just so that she can give him a hug. To the policemen, and nurses, and bystanders who immediately ran into the rubble — instead of away from it — just so they could begin the rescue mission.
The stories are emotional, and inspiring, and heart-wrenching, and full of goodness. Goodness that existed despite the evil that exploded through that finish line. Goodness that will bring people together and will bring them through.
So today, I again send a shout-out to Boston. And I send out a whole lot of love.