Boston Marathon 2013
I was registered to run. My hotel was booked. That hotel where the first bomb went off, yep that was my hotel. So many what ifs . . . what if I hadn't decided to go next year instead, what if that was my family waiting right outside the doors. What causes a person to have so much hatred that they want to harm so many innocent people? How truly horrific to turn moments of human triumph in the greatest marathon to complete sadness.
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