What Happened at the Boston Marathon Bombing? A Personal Tale: When Just a Few Minutes Matter

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Before she said anything I told her I loved her.

I scrawled this out from Logan Airport on my tablet, and then my cell phone when that died. I hadn’t been to Boston since I was knee high, but I’ll be back. I’ll be back to run the Boston Marathon. Not because I think this was “unimaginable,” or that it can’t happen again. I’ll be back because the person that did this wants the opposite reaction. And I’ll be back because when I see life coming down to small, seemingly random decisions and increments of time, it doesn’t inspire me to not live. It inspires me to live that much more — to make sure those that I love know it, to seize opportunity, and to make it perfectly clear that hate, anger, and violence don’t win.

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