Cowardice

               Coward: n, a person lacking courage, one who is afraid. Cowardice: n, lack of courage.

Today was the Boston Marathon, the annual kick-off to the summer running season.  The Boston Marathon is the King of Marathons, the Father of Marathons,  almost every other marathon in the country has been born from this premier race.

Today is the day of hard work, strength, stamina, courage and perseverance.  Men and women have been training for years just for today.  Families, friends, loved one's and even co-workers went to Boston, Massachusetts today to cheer for their runner.  The city of Boston went out today to cheer for their runners, their City and their Boston pride. The sidelines were filled with well-wishers and good times.

Today also happened to be Patriot's Day in Boston.  An observance that dates back all the way to the American Revolution.   A day that marks a hard fought battle for freedom.  A day that reminds  Bostonians of their perseverance and grit.

Today, sadly, horrifically, wretchedly, an act of cowardice was impinged upon Boston.  By now the whole country knows that bombs were set off near the end of the race.  Bombs were set off as runners were crossing the finish line.  We know that runners fell to the ground. We know that people were injured, young and old.  We know that limbs were torn from people, young and old.  We know that people died.

Today, a small, insignificant, sneaky, wheyfaced pig harmed Boston and its people.  In the process they harmed the rest of us.  The sneaky, wheyfaced pig or pigs tried to instill fear in all of us.  The wheyfaced piggies thought they would bomb us into quivering, small, insignificant beings.  Those pigs thought we would run and hide from their dastardly acts of cowardice.  Those pigs were wrong, dead wrong.

Today, as bombs blasted through the finish line,  amidst the shrapnel, smoke, concrete and debris, arose Boston. The runner's, the people, by-standers, families, well-wishers and partiers all moved into action.  Whether it was comforting a crying child, guiding a frightened and confused person, tying a tourniquet onto a bleeding wound or fighting for someone's life, Boston rose to the occasion.  Boston wasn't frightened or cowering, Boston was fighting, and winning.  Boston beat you today, little pig.  Boston won.

You see coward, this isn't Boston's first trial and tribulation.  Boston has been down this road before;  back in the beginning of this Country, there was a killing of 5 Bostonians by an unjust group of King's men, and tensions were high back then.  As a result, a direct result, Boston was a leader in the colonies becoming a free nation.

Today, that Nation saw you attack Boston, we watched you attack and kill our brothers and sisters.
Tensions are high, now, right now, as a direct result of your actions.  You cowards are certainly no King's men, but you are just as unjust.

Today, Boston, we are with you.  You and your people are in our thoughts, prayers and intentions.  We have your back.  You are not alone, Boston, we stand together with you in defense of this act of cowardice.

Today, coward's you took your shot, and you fouled out. We won today. Today there are countless people praying, talking, and getting together in unity of today's attack.  We are not hiding behind bombs, we are not meeting in secret to cause havoc, we are out and about, and we are coming together.