And it's going to be the first of many. Because Bostonians don't let other people define them. On April 15, 2013 two assholes tried to make it their day. Joker and Speedbump (I will not give them even that little respect by naming them) tried to make it their day. All about their view of the world. But we shut down the City and found them in four days. And then except for the trial we forgot about them. Because they aren't going to define us or that day. Instead, Bostonians did what we do....we chose our own identity. We chose to define it our way. We focused on the victims and those who helped. And plenty helped. Of course there were Boston's 1st Responders; Fire, Police, EMT all the dedicated professionals you would guess. And then there were Bostonians. Other runners, spectators, people who were nearby. People who didn't panic, didn't flee (and if you did run, that's ok, it's ok to have a sense of self preservation) but stayed and helped. And people kept helping in the days and months after. Raising funds to help those affected deal with their loss and by and large just supporting them.
Joker disposed of Speedbump and thanks to the judicial system, Joker is going away for a long time, or a quick walk to a big electric chair. Who cares?
Boston meanwhile has instituted #OneBostonDay.
"On this day, we remember and reflect. We greet our neighbors. We lend a hand. We reach out, give back, and go above and beyond. We epitomize the spirit of the city we love."
We won't forget.
"It's our fuckin' city!"