My adoration for my home city is not a secret. I spent the first 22 years of my life in the Boston area. It holds a special place in my heart. While I pull for the local teams, I can only root for them when they're not playing my Red Sox and Patriots. My family still lives up there. In fact, my sister lives only about a mile from where the explosions took place.
There are many places to donate to those recovering in Boston. I came across this unique t-shirt campaign and I bought in. Below is the design that can be found on the shirt. The proceeds go directly to the Red Cross Eastern Mass division.
Photo: Rachel Jacobsen & CustomInk.com
If you're interested in helping by buying a shirt, you can do so RIGHT HERE. They stop selling them next week so there is a limited time frame on it.
I've had a lot of people reach out to me to see how I've been doing through all of this. I figured now I can actually put some thoughts into words. Monday was a very scary day for me. I've seen larger tragedies unfold, but I've never witnessed one that took place in a location that I knew. I saw images of buildings, restaurants and streets that I had been around. Hearing news anchors reference towns and areas that I know well made it a very emotional situation.
I was lucky enough to not have known anyone that was injured in the explosions. My sister was perfectly fine all holed up in her apartment trying to avoid the masses of people in town for the marathon. That being said, the three minutes it took me to contact her were probably the most terrifying moments of my life. I almost cried out of relief when I finally got a text from her.
I've heard a lot of people using the phrase, "They messed with the wrong city." I feel like that phrase is being taken out of context. I just read a great article giving it a little more explanation. Anyone who has seen the explosions broadcast on the news can remember seeing the blast followed instantly by first responders running head first into the smoke. But, they weren't alone. Runners and innocent bystanders also made their way into the crowd. That's the kind of attitude I've always loved about Boston, and the New England area. You need help? There is someone that will give it to you. Some of these people had been running for hours yet they still had the instant reaction to run into an unfamiliar, and potentially life-threatening, situation just to help a stranger they didn't know. That's what that phrase means. As the author of the article says, it's not like people are secretly meeting in coffee houses to hash out a plan. The people of Boston are not good at playing the victim. They are picking each other up and living their lives just the way they want to, and always have.