Gratitude: Thank you, God.
On Monday, I checked my Twitter feed and immediately saw that something big was going on. I don't own a television (well, I did but I let my oldest daughter have it), so I searched Google news for any breaking stories. With rapidly escalating horror, I saw that there had been a bombing, no, two bombings at the Boston Marathon. Oh my God, no. Casualties? It was unclear at that point, but the stories were reporting numerous injuries. I immediately thought of my son Marc, who has been a resident of Boston for almost ten years. No, he wouldn't be there. He hates crowds, I thought. But still, the forever worried mother had to check. So I called. "Mom?" Immediate relief when I heard his voice. He's all right. "Where are you?" He must have heard something in my voice. "I'm on my way home, why? What's going on?" "You haven't heard? There's been a bombing at the Marathon!" There was a pause. "A WHAT?" I t...