Warning: Difficult to read.
Three dead, more than 150 injured, some critically, so the death toll may rise. More than a few amputations required.
This is what I mean.
An 8-year-old boy who was enjoying ice cream with his family was killed Tuesday in one of the explosions at the end of the Boston Marathon as he cheered runners completing the 26.2-mile race.
Martin Richard, the boy, was with his father, mother and 6-year-old sister near the grandstand when one of the explosions occurred. The mother and sister were both critically injured in the blast. Martin's mother underwent brain surgery Monday night and his sister, 6, lost a leg in the blast, WHDH.com reported. The status of his father, William, has not been released publicly.
We are Boston. We all are. Those people who were directly affected are part of us.
We may be thankful our families were not hurt, and I am thankful. We may be thankful we live out
here, hundreds of miles away, and I am. But I am not glad for those who live there and now
have to be afraid. We feel and weep for them.
But, of course, we are all newly afraid. Again. And we are all now wondering what is next. Are we safe in
any big city? Any large gathering? Anywhere?
Suspicious packages here and
there. Some harmless, but you can't know until they are examined. Tighter
security at airports, no doubt, and some of us will grumble. With good reason. But we'll likely understand, too.
Who has done this?
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