Yesterday was Patriots Day here in Massachusetts, it was also the day of the Boston Marathon, and it was also the first day of my daughter Emma's writing class during April vacation. Her class ran from 10:30 am to 3:30 pm and was located on Boyleston Street about four blocks from the area that was attacked. When the first reports of the attacks came over the radio, I was on my way to pick up my daughter near the area where this tragedy occurred
The surge of emotions that ran through my mind was crazy. Fear for my daughter was the one that would not go away. I knew that I needed to get her out of the area. As I drove to the where she was, the area was in bedlam. People running with their families, runners trying to get somewhere safe, and police directing people from the crime sceene.
As I got closer to my destination, I saw Emma standing in the doorway looking all around her nerviously. I managed to cut infront of the building and got her into the van. She was terrified. She was in class when the explosions occurred and people were confused and terrified. As we made our down Boyleston Street we both teared up, trying to understand why this was happening. Glad I knew the back streets of of the area soon we found ourselves on the Tobin Bridge head to Emma's home. When we got there she opened the door and got out. But before closing the door she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and said, "Dad, I Love You!" I said "Love you too!" I watched her go into the house and I drove down the street. When I reached the bottom of the hill, I broke down and began to cry. I sat there for five minutes until I was totally drained. I drove home listening to the radio and feeling angry. I hope they find who did this and remove them from this reality.
One final thought, Keep Calm and stay strong Boston!
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