For Boston

It’s a sad time for America. Not just because of the two bombs that destroyed an iconic race but because we are a country divided. People are pointing fingers before the dust even settles. This was a terrorist act. That statement does not mean I am accusing one group or person or country over another. I am saying this was an act to inflict terror and it has succeeded. I am terrified that the people in our country can’t band together over a tragedy. Immediately accusations start flying and conspiracy theories, false information and other misguided facts and statements begin appearing. Before a tear can be shed “proof” has been posted. It’s a sad, sick way to live. Always looking for someone to blame instead of taking the time to donate blood, give your sympathies or in my case run a 5k to show your support for a marathon ripped asunder.

I am an American. If I wasn’t I would find my way out of this country. If you aren’t happy here I suggest that is what you do. If you can’t support your fellow Americans, I suggest that’s what you do. If you have left, then you made the right choice and no longer have any right to judge us for not following you.

Boston, I loved you before I met you. After my few short trips walking your streets, breathing your history and meeting your people I can say I truly love you. As someone who was training to be a first responder, my heart is with every EMT, Fire Fighter, Police Officer, Nurse, Doctor and anyone who rushed in to help their fellow man. The Boston Marathon brings in people from a multitude of countries and backgrounds. It’s something people train years to be able to even qualify. As a runner, I can’t imagine what that day, Patriot’s Day, was like for anyone involved. I know the thrill of seeing the finish line. I know the pain of training. I know the love you feel of people cheering you on. It’s gut wrenching to see what happened. I don’t have enough words to express my sympathies and that my love and thoughts are with you, Boston.

I don’t know what people went through on that day but I do know I saw many people rush into the danger, rush to help and strive to rescue. As heartbreaking as seeing those bombs go off was, I know Boston is a strong city built on survival and I know it’s people will always be there to rebuild, to grow and to care for one another. Boston, you are not my home, but you hold my heart. Sleep well knowing America, those patriots, stand behind you.