My office is on the eight floor, and over looks Boylston Street; the final stretch to the finish. My wife has run 5 Boston Marathons. This year, however, she decided she would like to volunteer, instead.
I am on the phone, and suddenly, I hear a very loud bang, and all of my windows began shaking. At first, my brain doesn't process anything. I lean back in my chair, so I can look past my monitor and out the window. Just as my eyes focus on the street below, I hear a second loud bang.
Again, my windows shake. This time however, I see a white smoke plume rising from the street, followed by people fleeing away from the finish line.
You don't need to be a counter-terrorism expert to know that something very terrible has just happened.
Speed-Dial the wife: voicemail
A second try: straight to voicemail
It took me 5 tries to reach her.. a total of the longest 45 seconds of my life.
I will spare you the details of which, by now, you have all undoubtedly read in the news..
Thankfully, we're ok. Everyone I know is OK.
May whatever watches over our world, comfort those who have suffered unspeakables losses.
My heart breaks for the family of eight year old Martin Richard, who wanted only to hug has Dad after he finished the race. Martin lost his life. His eight year old sister lost her leg. Their mother is recovering from various wounds.
http://us.cnn.com/2013/04/16/us/boston-boy-killed/index.html?hpt=us_t2
