I guess I'll begin at the beginning. Monday morning started out like any other typical day. Teej and I got up, I took him to the train station and came back to the house and had breakfast. I had moved all my morning clients to different days this week so that I could go Downtown Boston and experience the monumental Boston Marathon for the very first time. I was so excited, in fact, that I turned the TV on at 9:30am (because it is televised in Boston) to start watching the footage. Even from the television you could feel the strength, dedication, and patriotism that those runners had as the gun fired to send them on their long 26.2 mile journey. They all started their race from Hopkinton and were scheduled to finish at Copley Square in the heart of Boston.
This was the 117th marathon and is considered one of the greatest and most challenging marathons in the world. Not only that, but it was Patriot's Day, which is a holiday in Massachusetts to celebrate our nation and be proud of all we have accomplished thus far. Needless to say, it is an incredible and joyous day for everyone in the city of Boston. This years race consisted of 27,000 runners ranging from Wheelchair racers to Elite Olympic athletes to mediocre runners and charity runners who were running for a loved one who has passed from an illness or for a specific cause. The group of runners even had a group of people running to honor the victims of the Newtown crisis in Connecticut.
So, I had decided to take the morning off to go and experience this amazing event. I met my friend from work and her friend at the train station in Wellington at around 11am so that we could take the train in together. Now, the race started at around 9:30 but since it finished in Boston we had plenty of time to go watch if we made it there around 12. We took the train all the way to Back Bay Station, which was a couple blocks from the finish line. After a brief Starbucks run, we met up with a couple more people and we were on our way to watch. At first, we were standing close to the bleachers but couldn't see anything but the big flat screen so we thought it would be a better idea if we moved. It looked like there was space directly across from the bleachers so that we could see pretty well but we had to find a way to make it over there. Because all the streets were blocked off from the marathon, we had to walk down Newbury Street all the way down to the end of the marathon and then cross over. We did make it though and found a really good spot to watch. We were standing right across from the bleachers and right next to the foreign flags at the finish line.
This is where I was standing
Now, at this time, it was probably around 1pm or so. I had been talking to my friend Laurel from Oregon who has a sister who was running in the marathon. We had been talking most of the morning so I told her that I would stay where I was and try and watch her sister come through. Thankfully, her sister is a very good runner and ended up finishing at the 3:23 mark, which ended up being at around 2pm. I actually missed her sister and found out she finished through a text message from Laurel. At that time I, along with the people I was with were getting really hungry so we figured we'd take a break from watching and go grab some food. We walked over to Newbury Street and found this restaurant named "Safar" to eat at. As we were walking over there, I looked at the time, which was now a little after 2pm and I began getting this weird feeling that I should probably not stay to eat and go home. I say this because I was scheduled to be back at work by 4pm. I thought the feeling was more anxiety based because I was fearful of being late for my client but I come to find out later that I think that feeling was truly a warning from the Lord to get out of there.
As we sat down for lunch, the pit in my stomach continued and I decided to say goodbye to the group I was with and head back to the train to go home. I made my way down Newbury Street and then cut over to Boylston right where the finish line took place. I made it past the finish line area around 2:15 and went into a local restaurant (along the same strip where Teej used to work before he moved offices) and grabbed some food. By the time I left the restaurant, I was beginning to feel more uneasy. I wasn't sure what from but I just knew I needed to get to the train. It took me a very long time to get to the train because of the mass amount of people finishing the race and from all the spectators but I finally made it over to Arlington Station at around 230 or so. By the time I made it to my car safely it was almost exactly 3pm.
This was right after I got lunch and was walking to the train on Copley st. 2:15pm
I got in my car and the radio was on so the first thing I heard was explosion and then they went to commercial. I thought that was weird since I was listening to a very popular station in Boston that usually talks about people like Justin Beiber and other related gossip. I was unsure of what I had just heard until Teej texted me and asked me if I was still down there. I had texted him earlier to see if he wanted to take a little break to see me before I had to go to work so I thought he was responding to that. I replied with "No, just got in my car." The next thing I know is my friend Laurel is calling me all panicked and wanting to make sure I am ok. I told her I was fine and she was relieved and then she kind of began to tell me what had happened.
The minute she told me my heart sunk and I thanked the Lord for making me leave when I did. I hung up with her and immediately made sure Teej and my friend that was down there was ok too. They were all fine but all I could keep thinking was "I was literally just there an hour before. How did this happen? Why did this happen?" My body was in shock and all I could do was sit there and listen to the radio. They explained the severity of the two explosions and began to give details of the injuries among other things. The next thing I know I am receiving texts upon texts upon texts making sure I was ok. I was thankful for the concern but couldn't get over what had just taken place.
Later that day I talked with my friend who was stayed down there. She told me that she was sitting eating lunch outside with the other people she was with and she heard both explosions. At first she thought it was a car backfiring until she heard the second one immediately follow. She said that a woman came over a few minutes later and said a bomb had gone off and people were losing limbs and there was blood everywhere. Panic immediately struck within her. The images she saw next are too gruesome to explain but as she saw them as well as the fear in peoples eyes she knew she had to get out. The group of people walked over to Cambridge where they waited in a cafe for one of the girls moms to come and pick them up. She and the others in her group are fine and thankful to be alive.
I am beyond grateful that they are safe but it's so scary to think that if I would have stayed I would have experienced the exact same things as they did. It's almost surreal to think of the magnitude that two bombs can put off in such a short time and at such a large event where police officers are constantly roaming the vicinity. For someone to walk by and drop off a mysterious bag with a bomb made by a pressure cooker and then walk away without someone seeing him is incredible.
As the day went on, more and more people began to text both Teej and I to make sure we were ok. Teej ended up being forced to leave work and go home. By that point, the trains were all shut down and he had little to no way of getting home. Thankfully it was a nice day so he decided it best to walk the 4.5 miles all the way to Everett. I know he wasn't ever as thrilled to get to Everett as he was on that day. He said that it was interesting because the majority of people he saw were on foot and walking to a cab or a bus outside the city. I'm just so blessed and thankful that we both made it home safely.
As you can probably imagine, we were both pretty shaken up that evening. I ended up going to work that afternoon and getting home later that night. It was a joyous occasion to finally re-connect with Teej because it had felt like years since I'd seen him. We watched the news most of the night and it finally hit me how close I really was to the first bomb location. The majority of the things I had heard were on the radio so seeing the footage for the first time really threw me for a loop. I was a little ways down but I was definitely in the area and may have gotten seriously injured or worse if I stayed there.
While I sit here and begin to truly reflect on Monday's tragedy, my heart aches for the families of the lives that were taken from us. My soul yearns for the Lord to come and save us from this broken world. At the same time, I am thankful by the way that this city has reacted and has truly become one city united together. I am encouraged by not only the support from people in the city of Boston but by people all around the country. I believe the Lord has a plan for this tragedy and WILL use it for his good purpose; this I know. I pray that this act of terrorism brings people to know the goodness and eternal salvation that being a follower of Christ can be and that we, as Christians, can be examples for those who are searching for something greater than this life. I pray the Lord is with those families in mourning and those families waiting for their loved ones to get out of the hospitals. I pray that this city is better because of this! Lord bring light to this darkened world and shine bright as the stars in the heavens. I do know this much. I have learned to not take life for granted. The bible says "How short is life, and how full of trouble! Like a flower, we blossom for a moment and then wither. Like the shadow of a passing cloud, we quickly disappear." Job 14:1-2. I think I have finally realized how important it is to understand how little control we have over our lives so what time the Lord does give us on this earth we really must live it to the fullest and for his good purpose because you really never know.
As I finish up, I thank you for all your support. I thank you for your texts, phone calls, facebook posts, and other forms of contact. Teej and I wouldn't be where we are today without the love and encouragement you all show us everyday! We are blessed. Thank you again and we love you all!
Kate