There are no Strangers Here
Today is Patriots Day in Boston.
In every other city in the world today is just another Monday, but in Boston today is special. Today, as it has on the third monday of each of the last 118 Aprils, Boston celebrates, Boston runs, and Boston wins. Boston hands out water to thirsty runners and sells balloons and kazoos; Boston packs into Fenway Park for the biggest day game of the season; Boston takes this day to show the world what it knows all year long: that this city is not just a collection of people, but one being. This city has one heart and one soul. It bleeds as one, cries as one, cheers as one. Today, it heals as one.
Today, as the world watches, Boston picks itself back up and keeps running. On the heels of a year where we shared each other’s pain, felt each other’s loss, and dried each other’s tears, we can finally revel in each other’s triumph today. The city, as one, lines and traverses the fabled course, from Hopkinton to Heartbreak Hill to the finish line on Boylston, and as one proves that few cities have ever loved and persevered and prevailed quite like this one has. No city has ever been of one body, one mind, and one heart quite like this one is. Everyone feels it. From the furthest western suburbs, to the north and south shores, to the capes (Cod and Ann), to Back Bay itself, all are consumed and defined by the same unspoken bond. It is a subconscious understanding that the people running to your left and to your right are your family, and that your fate and health and happiness are invariably tied to theirs. It is the instinct to run into danger to protect and save an unfamiliar face with a familiar spirit, and the unwavering determination to go to the ends of the earth to protect more from harm. It is the strength of mind and body to keep running 7 more miles, with 26 already behind you, to donate blood. It is the bravery to learn to walk again. It is the very essence of being a Bostonian.
Today is a special day in Boston. Today we continue to run, together as always, toward a collective finish line, closer to it than ever before. Today we can smile, we can laugh, we can cheer, and we can let our pride radiate through our every word and breath because we know that, with the combined strength of millions, all Boston Strong, we cannot be broken. Today is a special day, but truly special and transcendent are the foundations on which this great city is built: our bond, our identity, our one beating heart. What is truly special is the meaning behind the words to the song we all know, played after countless wins at Fenway, that you can’t help but shout.
Max Horvath is Co-Editor-in-Chief of P.O. Box