I don’t have anything to say about the people who
set off explosives at the finish line of the Boston Marathon yesterday. But photos
of the aftermath reminded me of something I posted
around the tenth anniversary of 9/11.
God bless the first responders. The cops, the firefighters,
the paramedics; the doctors, the nurses; the bomb squad, the blood-donors; the comforters, the blanket-wrappers,
the water-givers; the marathon staffers, the spectators—every last one of them
who ran into the carnage to help, both immediately and in the aftermath.
Seriously—I cannot imagine speeding towards an explosion, or towards people who are badly injured,
bleeding, in shock. But it gives me hope to know that they are out there, and
they were in Boston yesterday.
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