May 2013
Although it's been an entire month since Boston it is still hard to get to excited about racing. I have been following the victims and their recovery. Just to see them smiling is in some strange way a relief to me. Sometimes my catholic guilt really gets me and I wonder - why did those people have to lose a leg? why did that family have to lose their child? why didn't that happen to me? Then, eventually, I think - if I was suppose to be the one injured I would have been. It wasn't meant to be. I still get sad when I think about the victims, their injuries, and the trauma they must have experienced. I wonder about that moment when they were suddenly struck with the thought that they just lost a limb. What were the thoughts that went through their minds at that moment? I would imagine that they were very scared. I have been watching them on Facebook. Looking to make sure they have happy moments. Watching them being surrounded by ...