My time in Boston was much shorter than Jane S’s, having lived there just a few years for grad school, but I still have much emotional attachment to the city. Such a beautiful city and now that I no longer live there I even miss the weather (we don’t have seasons where I am now). However, today I am sad as an American and not merely as an ex-Bostonian. My thoughts and prayers to all as well.
I grew up just 10 miles north of Boston. I went to college and law school in Boston and lived in Back Bay on Boylston Street directly across the street from the Prudential Center where the Arthur Fiedler would light the Christmas in December and where the Boston Marathon would end on Patriot’s Day in April. This was my neighborhood. My friends and I would go to Heartbreak Hill and pass out cups of water. Although I never ran in the marathon, it was part of me and all Bostonians.
Patriot’s Day marked the first day of spring break for all of us public school students and we would take the T into the city to watch the end of the marathon. I remember watching Kathrine Switzer being attacked by a race official when she dared to run in a males only marathon, watching and cheering for local boy Bill Rodgers running and winning multiple races and the Rosie Ruiz scandal. I remember cheering for the moms and dads struggling to reach the finish line and we hoped that our cheers would give them the strength to finish; of parents pushing their children in wheelchairs in the wheelchair division of the marathon; looking for, waving and cheering on co-workers and friends who were running. What happened today sickens me but it will not stop the marathon.
I pray for those who lost their lives today and those who have lost a limb and those who are fighting for their lives. I pray for the emergency workers, the police and the families of those who are hurt and in the hospital. Please keep the people of Boston, the running community and those spectators in your prayers today.
My time in Boston was much shorter than Jane S’s, having lived there just a few years for grad school, but I still have much emotional attachment to the city. Such a beautiful city and now that I no longer live there I even miss the weather (we don’t have seasons where I am now). However, today I am sad as an American and not merely as an ex-Bostonian. My thoughts and prayers to all as well.
I grew up just 10 miles north of Boston. I went to college and law school in Boston and lived in Back Bay on Boylston Street directly across the street from the Prudential Center where the Arthur Fiedler would light the Christmas in December and where the Boston Marathon would end on Patriot’s Day in April. This was my neighborhood. My friends and I would go to Heartbreak Hill and pass out cups of water. Although I never ran in the marathon, it was part of me and all Bostonians.
Patriot’s Day marked the first day of spring break for all of us public school students and we would take the T into the city to watch the end of the marathon. I remember watching Kathrine Switzer being attacked by a race official when she dared to run in a males only marathon, watching and cheering for local boy Bill Rodgers running and winning multiple races and the Rosie Ruiz scandal. I remember cheering for the moms and dads struggling to reach the finish line and we hoped that our cheers would give them the strength to finish; of parents pushing their children in wheelchairs in the wheelchair division of the marathon; looking for, waving and cheering on co-workers and friends who were running. What happened today sickens me but it will not stop the marathon.
I pray for those who lost their lives today and those who have lost a limb and those who are fighting for their lives. I pray for the emergency workers, the police and the families of those who are hurt and in the hospital. Please keep the people of Boston, the running community and those spectators in your prayers today.