A few months ago I wrote a post about my love for Boston. I can’t accurately put into words how saddened I feel about Monday’s unfathomable attack on not only a city I love, but its wonderful residents and visitors from around the world.
Tomorrow I’ll be boarding a plane to Boston for the first time in two years. I’d been planning this trip for a couple of months and have been beyond excited to visit, and I feel even more strongly about it now given what just happened. It’s strange though, I’ve been asked a few times whether I’m worried about going; I’ve been told to stay safe and be careful. I wonder why, only after an attack, these are questions and concerns people have.
I don’t want this atrocious event to define Boston, or to halt what’s so wonderful about the city. This is certainly a time for remembrance and commemoration for the city and for the people effected, but it’s also a time of celebration for the quick action of selfless bystanders who helped those in need, and for the first responders who minimized what could’ve been much worse. It’s been incredibly heartwarming to see the absolute goodness of people who have opened their homes and hearts to people in this time of tragedy. Events like this, while horrific, make me realize how truly wonderful most of humankind is.
Looking at its history, it’s easy to see that Boston is a resilient city and will overcome this and will be stronger because of it. It might be hard to imagine now, but it will happen.
