For Boston

A couple months ago I was watching "House Hunters: International," where a couple was looking for a home in Ireland.

The man was an American and his fiance was Irish. They had met a few years before at the Boston Marathon.

Sporting events can truly unify, across oceans, across cultures.

Relationships are fostered.

Causes fought for.

And I wondered if that couple returned, year after year, to that stretch of pavement that started it all for them.

So for someone to attack that and poison it with death, violence and ugliness is horrific.

The sick irony to me is that some of those runners, who may have been training for a significant portion of their lives, could be in a wheelchair forever. Could have lost a limb. Could have lost a child. Their shining moment, the pinnacle of their journeys, was shattered. 

And then, in an instant, someone stole that moment. And it will never be quite the same again.

Every marathon is a battle.

Those 26 miles take focus and persistence. 

I have only ever done 5k races, and I can assure you, it takes plenty of strength to even get that far.

Runners are resilient. And regardless of what the environment challenges them with, they will find a way to move forward, one step at a time.

There will forever be shadowed moments in humanity, but the light perseveres. 

And that gives me hope. 

My thoughts are with you, Boston.

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