I remember waking up one year ago today and being so bummed that I wasn’t home to go to the marathon like I did every year. I went on and on telling my roommate about the much fun the event is, how everyone has school off and head into Boston for a day of community and pride. While I was not wrong I had no idea what was going to happen later that day.
Sitting in English class, I heard a kid a couple of rows away from me simply say to his friend, “Hear about Boston? Crazy shit man.” I then spent the rest of the class attached to my phone on twitter and Facebook and texting everyone I know, while forcing myself to stay in my seat and not run out of class right then to call my parents. I have never felt so helpless before, sitting states away while my city and friends were hurt. While I am glad that I was a safe distance away, all I wanted was to be home to stand along side my fellow Bostonians.
That day was one of the worst days, but seeing the kindness and strength that came out of my city just reinforced my pride. Boston has always been my favorite place in the entire world, and this only reinforced everything I love about it. My thoughts and prayers are with the families and survivors everyday.
Never forget 4/15/13.