Boston is my home. I was born here, grew up here, and after a brief 6 years away, came back, because I knew in my heart that I belonged here. Today my heart is sad for Boston, for my family, my friends, and especially for the victims of the Marathon bombings and their families. By now, everyone knows what happened at the finish line of the most prestigious marathon in the world. By now, we know there are over 100 injured and at least 3 dead, including an 8-year-old child. By now, we've seen the images of the tragedy: the smoke in the air, the blood on the sidewalks, people running scared, and S.W.A.T. cars trolling the streets. This is not what was supposed to happen; this is not what Boston was supposed to look like on one of its most anticipated and celebrated days of the year. But it did happen. And those streets are stained with innocent blood. And it's a tragedy.
Tonight, rather than focusing on my fear or anger, or looking for someone to blame, I am going to focus all my energy on sending out as much LOVE as I can to the people hurt and affected by today's events and to the first responders and good samaritans who did everything they could to help. There's plenty of time to feel all of those other things, and I know I will feel them on other days, but tonight, I am putting my arms around my city because it's what my city needs.