Rolling Stone Cover? This is why it is wrong....warning Graphic Photo. [View all]

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I know Her

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http://www.democraticunderground.com/10022731219

Martin Richard lay dead behind my friend. His parents are reaching out to him in anquish.



This is the reason that Rolling Stone should not be placing the Marathon Bomber on the cover. Tsarnaev's sweet picture, front and center for all of us to see.

Many say we need to see how such a sweet boy could do such a thing. Seriously? Those of us in Boston have heard that story. We were here and we watched all the news. We know Tsarnaev's history. We do not need more.

Honor Bostons loss.

This is Boston!

We've also seen astonishing courage. In the years to come, as we celebrate future marathons, we'll of course never forget what happened in Boston. But our memories won't just be fixated on the horror of wounded bodies. Just like flight 93, there will be an enduring and inspiring record of those who rose to the moment. In the police officers, soldiers, and bystanders who ripped down barricades and went door to door and gave their lives, in the EMTs and doctors who worked relentlessly to preserve life. And in the runners, who, after 26 miles of brutal physical endeavor, turned and ran into the smoke to rescue strangers.

And even though it might not last, for a time at least, our political rancor faded. Boston proved that the foundations of American government remain firm. We took comfort in the FBI press conferences. We kept trust in our great offices of state. When it came to Boston, there were no Republicans and Democrats, just American leaders.

But perhaps this is the most powerful truth of Boston: At the crucial core of our identity, the divisions between us are paper thin. Red Sox fans like me will never forget the support of our coastal neighbor (and hated rival), the New York Yankees. But for all our teams' bitter history, in those two minutes in which Yankees fans sang Boston's "Sweet Caroline," Red Sox Nation and our entire nation saw a clear and certain truth. Whatever our creed, whatever our regional allegiance, whatever our color, whatever our politics, we are one people. We are a people individually diverse but unbreakably united.

http://theweek.com/article/index/243029/from-boston-powerful-truths-for-america
h/t Cha for the link

From my original post.

I have worked with her.

I did not know she was there that day, until a friend sent me this picture. I have several friends that work on Boylston Street. They were only a couple doors down from the blast. They lost windows on two floors.

I have seen two of them this week. With tears in their eyes, they tell of the shock they felt upon seeing fallen bodies, the blood, the severed limbs. It is something that they will carry with them forever. They are getting grief counselling, I hope it helps with the nightmares.

I work with another woman, her eyes filled with emotion, when she told me her daughter and son in law were attending Krystals wake today. I work with three people that live in Watertown, it was a war zone.

Tragedy occurs and we all weep for the loss, feel their pain. We do feel it. Yet it is chilling when it touches you personally, it sends shivers down your spine. These are people that I have laughed with, joked with, had lunch with. I have never been so close to a tragedy like this. I have never had a personal connection to the people involved in such an event. Until Monday.

In time, the pain will lessen. In time we will heal.

We are Boston Strong and yes we will survive.