I was at my ninety-one-year-old mother’s house in Lawrence today when I turned on CNN because my mother likes to know what goes on in the world. We watched the mid-list runners of the Boston Marathon near the finish line by the colorful flags of eighty countries that were snapping in a brisk spring wind. Then Boom! Something percussed the air and two runners fell, debris flew, then a second explosion. Chaos, death and maiming. My mother cried. Why? The world before her eyes scares her.
During the governor’s press conference stories of kindness and compassion were related. Read Carrie Jones’s personal account of witnessing the impact and the kindnesses.
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