A silent understanding that we’re all in this together.

It’s not all that ironic that I ended up in Boston so soon after the marathon bombings. A business trip was planned months ago and I couldn’t wait to squeeze in a visit with friends and family in my hometown. But now that I’m here, in a community just beginning to process the unthinkable, the city I love is less familiar.


The energy is subdued, and people approach each other differently. But instead of showing fear or uncertainty–reactions one might expect after a terrifying event–I’ve seen only compassion and love. A silent understanding that we’re all in this together.


Anger and grief are present too–hopefully those will fade in time–but the overwhelming sentiment is togetherness. People are united, the city is recovering.

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Everywhere you look there are signs, memorials and outpourings of support. Pairs of running shoes tied with personal notes and left in symbolic places. Drawings from children posted on street signs. Thank you posters outside police and fire stations. Businesses, restaurants and places of worship show support through displays and donations.


My heart is heavy, but also hopeful; a give and take I imagine is here to stay. But one thing is clear: the good doesn’t just outweigh the bad, it’s knocked it on its face and walked right over it.photo_14

There are none of the bandwagon-type reactions you sometimes see after a tragedy. People aren’t clammoring for media interviews or laying claims to those most affected. Everyone just seems to be here for each other, connected and respectful.

The way this city has come together takes your breath away. Things may never be the same, but they will be alright.