{"id":342,"date":"2013-04-24T02:25:58","date_gmt":"2013-04-24T02:25:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/linacolucci.com\/?p=342"},"modified":"2013-04-24T04:39:24","modified_gmt":"2013-04-24T04:39:24","slug":"boston-marathon-this-is-my-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/linacolucci.com\/2013\/04\/boston-marathon-this-is-my-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Boston Marathon: My Story"},"content":{"rendered":"
The Boston Marathon is a joyous occasion. A sea of spectators outlines Boylston Street to cheer and encourage waves of runners in bright shirts and colorful sneakers. A woman runs by pushing a young girl curled up in a wheelchair. \u201cYou\u2019re doing great!\u201d, yells someone in the crowd. Sid holds my hand and we make our way down the last 0.2 miles.<\/p>\n
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Then we hear a boom. It makes us silent. Fireworks, maybe? A celebration? <\/i>I look at the sky. Nothing. <\/i>I notice the building windows vibrating from the shock. I turn to walk in the opposite direction. The second explosion comes from across the street. This time, I know it is a bomb. Malicious. Intentional. You\u2019ve got to be kidding me. <\/i>Air pushes violently against my chest. Gray-white smoke rises from buildings. The plume grows quickly and envelopes a crowd of people. I think the building is collapsing. I reach for my camera. No, Lina! Dumb. <\/i>Screaming begins. Sid and I look at each other and start to run. \u201cSid. Don\u2019t<\/i> let go of my hand,\u201d I say in a voice I\u2019ve never heard.<\/p>\n
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The Blonde Hair covers her ears as she runs and cries, \u201cOh god, oh god, oh god\u2026\u201d Two Asian Women trip and slide against the pavement in front of me. I grab her camera and purse, which had flown away, and put them back in the younger woman\u2019s hands. Her glasses are bent and her lip is bleeding. \u201cAre you okay?\u201d I stare into her face, focusing on her swollen lip. The two women hold onto each other and start walking away. I expect anything and everything to blow up around me.<\/p>\n
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