Thursday, April 18, 2013

April 18, 2013

Randomness. That word sticks in my mind in the aftermath of the bombings near the Boston Marathon finish line.

The randomness of it all when it came to who was injured and who was not, who died and who survived. The randomness of who decided to watch the marathon that day and who chose instead to spend a day at a beach, a zoo, or Revolutionary War reenactments.

Yes, the attacks were intentional. But what strikes me as random is who happened to be where when. Any of us, especially those of who live in the Boston area, could have chosen to head toward the marathon and jostle our way as close as we could to watch runners at the finish.

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