Read Collins’ awesome article here:
My friends at Medals4Mettle requested I share:
All of us at Medals4Mettle are saddened by the unimaginable events at the
2013 Boston Marathon. This historic event celebrates the freedom we have
to run through the streets of one of America’s great cities on Patriot’s
Day. Our thoughts are with all of those who must deal with the loss of
life and the pain of injury.
Medals4Mettle will humbly accept donations of Boston Marathon finishers’
medals to be sent to our Boston area chapters. We will then place
Medals4Mettle ribbons on them and award them to the courageous victims of
the 2013 Boston Marathon and the first responders that raced to help them.
We welcome Boston Marathon medals from any year.
We will respect the privacy wishes of all victims and family members.
To donate your medals, please send medals to our Boston Area chapters
listed on our chapter page: http://www.medals4mettle.org/chapters.html
The New York Times’ “Focus,” featuring kaleidoscopic footage from the 2011 NYC Marathon.
A man in a Bruins T-shirt and a backwards cap asks a state policeman if there’s any way he can shake his hand. The cop pauses for a second, walks over to him, looks him in the eye, and salutes him. He then does the same to the man’s friend.
“Boston proud! Boston stro-ong!” Bruins guy yells, eliciting roars of delight from about 150 people.
Before the witch hunts begin, consider the cautionary tail of “The Umbrella Man.”
My friend Alex Rivest, co-founder of Blue Kitabu and a Boston native, visited Boylston Street today to pay his respects and share some photos of the inspiring memorial at the now quiet block.
If you are losing faith in human nature, go out and watch a marathon.
First woman to run the Boston Marathon. Read Dave Zirin’s brief, touching article on her here: http://www.thenation.com/blog/173851/boston-marathon-all-my-tears-all-my-love#
It’s been a devastating, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching, at times inspiring, unbelievable day.
We all feel exhausted. Back here in California, I feel powerless, disconnected, ill, even guilty. Guilty because I feel disconnected. Guilty because I can’t even pretend to imagine what our brothers and sisters in Boston are going through right now. I spent the day simply wading through the facts and rumors online, sharing any information that seemed helpful, and reassuring friends who mistakenly thought I was out there today, too.
Now, as I read through tumblr’s reactions to the event, I sense the widespread frustration of a thousand minds trying to process a random act of violence. We are searching for an explanation to the carnage, telling ourselves that if we could just know the “Why?” we’d achieve at least a trace of comfort, of closure. Like, “Well, that’s one piece of the puzzle solved.” It’s a compulsion that intensifies the closer we identify with the victims, as we move away from asking “Why?” and towards “Why us?” We want to know what makes the bully on our playground tick.
I’ve read so many posts tonight that began, “This was an attack against the running community.” While I understand the sentiment, I disagree. Yes, for us the marathon is a celebration of the human spirit, and this attack was certainly a debilitating blow against our hearts, bodies, minds and spirit. But suggesting that symbolism was intentional is giving the attacker too much credit. I think it’s as simple as the marathon providing a venue for a disturbed person or persons to instill willful, malicious aggression upon countless others. To take joy in taking joy away from others.
I apologize if this meandering post is just an excuse to meditate out-loud, and explore all the muddled thoughts that have been swimming through my head all afternoon.
But I don’t think we should be searching for the “Why?” just yet. I don’t think we should try rationalizing an inherently evil and senseless act. Leave the motive to the investigators. Let them use it to find and hold accountable the responsible parties.
But maybe the rest of us should do something outrageous and old-fashioned, and try not to get inside the mind of our bully. Let’s set aside the “Why?” and focus rather on our own “What now?”
Let’s mourn the victims. Let’s help the survivors. Let’s celebrate the heroes. Let’s safeguard against something like this happening again. Let’s remember that we are all placed on this earth to work, live, and play together. We are a team. A big one.
As long as enough of us remember that, the human spirit will always prevail.