Terror in Boston
Published on April 21, 2013 by Sara Foss

Over at the DG, I write about the terror attacks in Boston, and how they made me angry.

Here's an excerpt:

"Normally, this column would be about my vacation.

That’s what I usually do after my vacations — write a column in which I describe my fun adventures, share humorous anecdotes and reflect upon what a good time I’ve had.

But I can’t write a vacation column this week.

As soon as I heard the terrible Boston Marathon news, from a passenger on my flight, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do it.

I like information, and I called a colleague while walking down to baggage claim to get some. But she couldn’t answer my main question: whether a friend who was working at the medical tent was OK. I wasn’t the only one worrying, of course. People across the globe were asking similar questions, reaching out to friends and loved ones to make sure that they were OK.

And many people were not OK, which is why Monday was such a horrible day.

My fears were put to rest almost immediately, as my friend’s boyfriend was waiting for me at baggage claim, as planned. He didn’t have to say anything — his presence alone told me what I needed to know. Because if my friend wasn’t OK, my guess is he would have been doing something other than picking me up from the airport. My friend called while we were driving, and the details were grim: blood and dismembered limbs everywhere, tourniquets, injured runners being wheeled to the medical tent. I was sad, but I was also angry.

And as the week has progressed, I’ve become angrier.

Which is fine, I think."

Click here to read the whole thing.

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