Run for Boston
The images pouring in from Boston rock me to my core. I cannot imagine the horror and chaos that took place this afternoon. The utter horror and fear on these peoples’ faces makes my stomach hurt. I wish I were there to hold their hand and tell them help was coming. The desecration of such a positive and amazing event is a shame. Momentous achievements were supposed to be celebrated today. Instead, the streets are littered with debris, blood and missing limbs. I can’t imagine the terror still going on at the local hospitals, trying to stabilize these individuals and comfort panic-stricken families.
I wish I could help. I envisioned myself running toward the explosion, not away, adrenaline kicking in to try to salvage whoever I could. I think of why I am getting into the nursing profession and cry for the loss of self, the fears and the loss of life which occurred today. I think of how many people were violated today. How many memories were stolen? Perverted?
I think of why I am getting into the sport of running. I think of why I run… I think of how amazing it felt to accomplish the milestones I have so far, and how one day I wish to be in Boston myself.
I will run for the people affected by today’s destruction. I will run for the people whose dreams have been stolen. I will run for those who no longer can….
We run for those who can’t…
My heart is heavy tonight. May peace find those desperately in need of it tonight…