I was at work when I heard what happened in Boston today. Roughly 23,000 runners started the prestigious Boston Marathon early this morning--and only 17,580 crossed the finish line after two hidden bombs were detonated, killing three and injuring more than a hundred. The irony of it, stealing healthy people of their limbs just before accomplishing a major physical feat--it hit me in the knees. It's macabre. It's cruel.
For Boston: that you rebuild, that you heal, that you find strength.