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Reggie Lewis blocked Michael Jordan’s shot four times on March 31, 1991.
"He blocked four of Michael Jordan’s shots — in one game. There’s no one in all of Michael’s career that can make that play."
- Jimmy Myers, Boston radio broadcaster
Here it is.. My summer jam.
School is really important: Reading, writing, arithmetic. But what they tend to do is teach you reading, writing, arithmetic…then teach you reading, writing, arithmetic again. Then again, then again, just making it harder and harder just to keep you busy. And that’s where I think they messed up. There should be a class on drugs. There should be a class on sex education. No, REAL sex education class, not just pictures and illogical terms…There should be a class on scams, there should be a class on religious cults, there should be a class on police brutality, there should be a class on apartheid, there should be a class on racism in America, there should be a class on why people are hungry, but there’s not, their class is on…gym….Their class is like Algebra. we have yet to go a store and said, “Can I have X Y + 2 and give me my Y change back, thank you.” You know?…Like foreign languages. I think that they are important, but I don’t think it should be required. Actually, they should be teaching you English, and then teach you how to understand double talk, politician’s double talk. Not teaching you how to understand French and Spanish and GERMAN. When am I going to Germany? I can’t afford to pay my rent in America! How am I going to Germany? —Tupac, Age 17 On the Topic of Education, 1988.
God there is so much right with this and wrong with our education system. 25 years ago. Today. 25 years from now. All school is is half ass babysitters.
I'd rather have a bunch of 'oh wells' than a bunch of 'what ifs'.
It's funny how looking at something in the moment it seems so big, then all of the sudden...It isn't. It's life, you just got to live it.
I vow to never forget this.
These are the heroes yesterday. It was unreal, I repeat unreal, how many Police, Fire, EMTs, First Responders, Civilians, Brothers, Sisters, Daughters, Sons, Marathoners, etc. came together to aid those that were hurt.
I love Boston and the people that are in it.
I don’t claim to be the most emotional person, or someone who enjoys over dramatizing a situation for attention, with that being said the events that unfolded yesterday made for easily the most surreal ~3 hours of my life. I mainly just want to pour my thoughts/emotions into words right now so that I can forever capture this day to try to remember it accurately.
All day my mother, sister, her boyfriend Matt and I were at a bar near the 22 mile mark, waiting for my Father to come by so that we could wave our signs at him and scream “GO JIMBO” (as apparently thousands of others had done the whole race for him because of his bright yellow shirt with his nickname ‘JIMBO’ written on the front). As he got within a few miles of us, my sister walked back and joined in running with him around mile 20, so they could run the final leg together and she could capture the moment with pictures (see above my dad in yellow and his college buddy, Donny to his right inbetween mile 25 and 26, shortly before the explosions). When they got to mile 22 and ran by ys, they were so happy and we got high fives and were able to yell words of encouragement. It gave me chills and still does now. Once they passed it was our hopes to beat them to the finish line. So, we found a cab and headed to Copley to greet them at the finish line and that is when things got interesting.
The cab could only get us so far so we got out at the corner of Boylston and Mass Ave and started walking down Boylston. When we got to the corner of Dalton Ave and Boylston, we decided that instead of fighting through the shoulder to shoulder crowd from there to the finish line, which is about 4 blocks from there, we diverted down Dalton Ave to Huntington Ave to sneak around the back and try to get to Copley Square/The Finish Line before my Father, Donny and my Sister.
We scurried down the packed streets and as we were approaching Copley Square behind the BPL is when we heard a big bang, and looked at each other and asked why they were shooting off canons now? Did someone important just finish? Then a second bang occurred as we were coming around the BPL to Copley Square about a 30 second walk from the finish line and we could see that it was not canons, people were frantic and running towards us. I jumped the barricades to go find my father and sister, but my mother was frantic and yelling for me and all the people running in the opposite direction of the race were diverting me from making progress so I came back and we ran down the back side of the BPL. At this point we did not know the scope of the damage, all we knew is that they should be finishing the race any second now and panic set in. We got to Exeter street and I jumped the barricades again and ran out onto Boylston Street, which was a warzone, there were people lying in the streets bleeding, a man was covered in blood, his jeans ripped open standing there talking to police, seemingly not able to comprehend he had just been hit by shrapnel from a bomb.
In situations like this in the past, police push you out of the way, tell you to leave, but not in this instance, it was like I wasn’t even there. All they were concerned with was tending to the injured as I frantically ran down Boylston in the opposite direction of the race looking for my loved ones. I could not help but sob while doing this. The thoughts that were in my mind and the things that I was seeing were not good. It was not something you should see in the heart of the Back Bay. These are things you see in news footage from Iraq. I could not find them, it was just medics and blood and injured people. This is where I get somewhat blurry and don’t remember every detail, but finally I got through with a phone call to my sister. She was OK, and with my Dad and Donny and they were OK too. We agreed to meet at the Reflection Pool on the Christian Science Campus. I headed there, but could not find them. Ten minutes or so later I saw her running in the opposite direction of me and I yelled her name and chased her and gave her the largest, most gratifying hug I have had in my 27 years here, then my dad joined in and a slight sense of calm finally came over me as we all cried in each other’s arms.
Now we just needed to get Donny’s family to us, and my mother and Matt as well. Shortly after they were there too and now started our trek to South Boston where my car was so we could pick up bags and cars left around the city, with 2 marathoners who had run 25.9 miles with no proper cool down. Their legs were jello, and stomachs were weak and no cabs were open, so we walked and not much was said, disbelief was all I felt. But we all felt it together and were so very lucky and thankful that we could hug each of our loved ones.
The amount of support and concern that I received through phone calls and text messages was unreal, but with phones being down I could not keep up with it all. I literally had 60 text messages, all from concerned friends and family members who just wanted to hear a “hi, we are all fine”. Luckily, we were all fine, and although it ended what should have been a joyful and amazing day with sorrow and sadness, we were all fine and together.
In life, I don’t always understand why certain things happen, but they do happen and it is how you move forward from each situation that makes you who you are. This is something I will never forget, it was and is emotions that I have never felt before, and hope to never feel again. I cried, scratch that I sobbed, while looking for my family as I looked out on Boylston street in disbelief at what I was seeing.
One thing that I look forward to about the summer is weekends away, whether it is back home in The Berkshires, down on the Cape, or some other awesome place outside the city. One of my favorite parts about being out of the city, is the stars and the night sky. In those small towns, you can see them so brightly on summer nights and everything is so much quieter and more serene. It seems that all the worries you had back home, suddenly don't seem to matter as much.
To this I say cheers, cheers to summer nights, spent with friends on a deck, a drink in your hand and a smile on your face.
In my eyes, Spring officially starts this week. The Red Sox home opener was today, The Christian Science Campus filled in the reflection pool, the city filled in the pond in The Common, The Masters is this weekend, followed by the Marathon on Monday, and the list goes on.
Although here in New England we can still have a few cold days, the worst is (finally) behind us. The next couple of months will be full of roof decks, friends, outdoor seating at bars, open windows, loud music, no jackets, golf, outdoor activities, grilling, and 100 more things that are just awesome. For these things, I can't wait. It is always a long and cold winter, but when Spring finally gets here, everyone comes out of hibernation and is ready to just have fun.
The only thing we can hope for is someone to release a song as awesome as Call Me Maybe, like last year.
Emma Watson folks!
Some dudes like to marry other dudes. Deal with it.
