Marathon Monday

I have thought a lot about what to write this week. In my last post, I congratulated the 2013 Boston runners and spectators on the upcoming race. Little did I know how much they would deserve those cheers and praises. My personal part in the day is hard to tell since others went through much more. But, in short, I was a few blocks from the explosions but soon to be headed in that direction (had the trains been running a few minutes faster, it could have been a different day). I was also one of the few people who knew immediately that my sister in the race was absolutely okay. I didn't experience the same terror that others unfortunately did.

One thing I do share in common with everyone there is a deep gratitude and pride for the people who act in a crisis. That day, I was with my brother who happens to work in Boston law enforcement (we'll leave it at that). One of the most powerful experiences—and something I hope I never forget—was to see him go from a guy with sunglasses eating a hamburger to someone who literally launched (you should see him walk) into action. Yes, he has been trained and is often involved in dangerous situations, most of which we never know about. Still, no amount of schooling can give someone his pure feelings of responsibility. That comes from years of simply being a good and moral man. Like many others on Marathon Monday, he showed no hesitation to be in the middle of it all; he sacrificed sleep, time with his family, and his own safety for people who will never even know his name.

 

So, as cheesy as it may seem, here's to heroes, whether they are homegrown (in a cowboy hat) or those thoroughly trained. Here is to the only people who can make a dark situation seem hopeful.