


As long as I remember marathon Monday has been a cheerful beautiful day in my life. Those memories of sitting on my fathers shoulders so I could see the runners, all the way to the age of 18 when I ran in the Boston Marathon a few months before leaving to boot camp. This historical event has given me some of my most cherished memories. After finishing my four years of service, I was beyond ecstatic to once again continue the tradition of attending this celebratory day.The day began, as it always had, with breakfast with friends. Then, like most young adults in Boston, it was followed by good drinks with my close friends and a great environment overall. Having been gone for the previous four years, I was determined to be at the finish line to cheer on the finishers crossing the famous line downtown. That day we eventually made our way to my friend’s parent’s house which happened to be a relatively close to the finish line. We went up to the roof deck and continued to celebrate the day. It was at this moment when my heart stopped to the sound of a all too familiar noise. Having been around the military, I have heard my fair share of explosions. It is most definitely a noise that is hard to forget. Instant panic of family and friends who currently were at the finish line took over me. I immediately ran to the street and rapidly began making my way through the fleeing crowd towards the finish line. I eventually was stopped by police and the National Guard. They all refused to let me continue there, regardless of my pleas. After finally complying I began to call all who I knew were there, just to be disheartened by being unavailable to make a call due to the large amounts of people attempting to do the same.
Thankfully on this day, all close to me were unwounded by the two bombs set off on this tragic day, but the overwhelming helpless feeling I felt is something I will never be able to forget. It is hard to take much of a learning experience of this day. However, something that can absolutely be taken from this, are the actions taken by the country, and more specially the beautiful city of Boston.
From the heroic acts of those in the blast area, to the marathoners whom continue to run to nearby hospitals in order to donate blood. It fills me with hope and pride to be an American. Furthermore, the city of Boston’s efforts through organizations such as The One Fund is a remarkable example of what this city can accomplish in order to overcome a tragedy, and begin putting it back together. From this tragic day we were shown, once again, how strong we Americans are. It shows we can be knocked down, but we will again stand.As Boston did, we together became strong through the support of each other. We volunteered, donated, and inspired each other to be better and stronger as individuals. The only mistake we could possibly make is to allow what happened in this day to fill us with fear and not partake in this upcoming marathon Monday. If we do this, the terrorist will have won. From this experience, I learned how vulnerable we truly are. I also learned we had become very complacent since 9/11, but most of all I have learned how beautiful and amazing the city of Boston is, and inspired by this city I will be standing on April 21, 2014once again at the finish line, until the last runner crosses that blue and yellow line.