Today the tribe was strong. Boston Strong.
Some of us are from Boston. Some of us are not. Some of us have run Boston. Some of us have never run a mile. Some of us have family there. Some of us don’t know a soul within the city’s limits. As different as we all are, there is one thing we all have in common: one year ago, we as a country, witnessed the tragedy that struck the city of Boston.
Whatever the ties we had, or didn’t have to the city itself, became obsolete when the attacks occurred. The aftermath of the Boston bombings, while clouded with fear, gave light to the strength, compassion, courage and community that brought a close knit city even closer together; and brought the world to it’s feet to come together as one.
Today the tribe was strong. We were reminded of lives lost, lives changed, and new lives to come. In the wake of tragedy, we were reminded of what it means to be strong. So today we hugged a little longer, yelled a little louder and got to know each other a little better.
May the fortitude of the human spirit never be underestimated, for we are all Boston Strong.