Oh, Boston...

The sound of sirens kept coming and going at work on Monday afternoon – my co-worker popped her head in my office and said ”Explosion at the Boston Marathon”.

I switched to the news online and that same sick and numb feeling crept in that I had when I watched NYC from the roof of my mall on 9/11.  I could not shy away from the pictures though – this awful act needed to be fully recognized.  Plus, I was making sure that I did not recognize anyone that was there (I found out much later in the day thru FB and texts that everyone that I knew to be there was safe).

It was uplifting to see that there are still people besides the ones that do it for a living that run towards danger instead of away from it because they know that other people need help.

And it was heartbreaking to see a place that holds so many great memories look like a war zone.

'Cause I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston you're my home

A hit to the birthplace of revolution - another reminder that even though we think we are safe with all our security checks, we are not immune.  There are people out there that think it is ok to cause chaos and pain at events that bring joy. 

That is not the United States of America. I know that we are not a nation that is going to let terrorists (domestic or international) win.

The spirit of Massachusetts is the spirit of America,
The spirit of what's old and what's new,
The spirit of Massachusetts is the spirit of America,
The spirit of the red white and blue