John Odom says he doesn't think of himself as a hero. The people who helped him survive the Boston Marathon bombing are the real heroes, he says, while his role is just to inspire other victims to recover. Yet it's this type of comment that makes him even more heroic.
Boston is my home, and I know that someday, my children will grow up with the same sense of Boston Pride that I have. The lives that were lost will not be lost in vein. My children will enjoy the aquarium, will ice skate on the frog pond, and will eat a Fenway Frank at the park on Marathon Monday.
The 13 deaths Monday at the hands of a gunman at the Navy Yard in Washington occurred the same morning that the Boston Globe published its survey findings about another senseless act of violence this year, the Boston Marathon bombings on April 15.
It was the coming together of circumstances. It was three kinds of home. My home, NYC, my husband's home, Massachusetts, and Sanctuary, a home for families, people I've met and listened to their testimonies.
I wasn't sure what David meant by cleaned up, but I could understand needing money to get around and get things done. It reminded me of how my father always gave money to people asking for it and how my mother always told him they were probably just going to buy booze with it.
I read Janet Reitman's story. It does not tell us much more than we already knew about what might have been going on in his head in the days leading up to the Boston marathon. The only "larger truth" I found here was that editors make mistakes.