Honestly, I had no intentions of posting anything today. I haven’t posted since the end of Growing Up Alex, and I didn’t want today to be my first post back, but something kept drawing me to the ‘New Post’ page. So here I am. Writing about an unthinkable tragedy that happened during an event and on a day where the city of Boston comes together to celebrate.
While I wasn’t in the city of Boston that day, I had several friends visiting and I knew several people running it, just like many of us. I was driving home from a weekend away with my fiancee. We had gone down to Mohegan Sun and were driving back. The radio was set to 98.5 The Sports Hub. And we were listening the moment that they uttered the word ‘There have been two explosions at the Marathon finish line.”
We were only 30 minutes from home when we heard the report. We weren’t sure what was going on, but we knew it wasn’t good. That night we were glued to the television, watching the reports, hearing about the victims and survivors, and holding on to each other.
While I wasn’t at the marathon, I don’t think I have ever been more effected by a single event in my life. I was only 15 when 9/11 happened, and at the point, I knew it was really bad, but didn’t quite understand the brevity of it until a couple years later when I really understood what was going on in the world.
The whole week after I was on edge. I didn’t sleep. I hated the fact these people could attack our city like that. I hated not knowing who did it and was very uneasy about where they were after the attacks. I wanted they captured. I wanted them to know that they messed with the wrong city.
The one thing that I did see; this huge city suddenly seemed so small. The city suddenly reached beyond it’s limits and each person embraced Boston Strong. I’ve never lived in the city. But Boston is my city. Just like everyone else. The compassion, the need to help, and a city that came together like nothing else. A moment that will always stand out in my mind after that horrible day was the first Bruins game after the attack. When the entire arena sang the Star Spangled Banner along with Rene Rancourt. I sat and cried. Not because I was sad, but because I was so proud to call Boston home.
So on today, I’m going to remember Boston. Remember the strength, the courage, the compassion, and the love. But also remember the victims who were lost to soon, and to those who survived and continue to charge on. I’m going to remember all of those who leapt into action to help those injured. And I’m going to remember that depsite one of the worst days in the history of Boston, that the city of Boston proved to all that their spirit can never be broken.
We are Boston Strong.