Last night I took my son to see 42, the Jackie Robinson story.  I was a very good movie that, save some graphic language (that was necessary to the story yet difficult to sit through) had the feel of the type of feel good movie you might have watched in school.  

I know my fellow bloggers have all written about what occurred in Boston this week. But I couldn’t let the opportunity to go by without adding my thoughts. My cousin Josh’s speech to his son at his son’s bar mitzvah this past weekend inspired me to write about the heroes in Boston.

The fallout from Boston this past week included among other things whether we are entering an era of Big Brother, and if so, is that such a bad thing.  Without the cameras, how long would it have taken law enforcement to figure out who was responsible for the bombing?  They could have left the country by the time they were identified.

It's been less than a week since the bombs exploded at the Boston Marathon and in that time the authorities have figured out who did it and tracked them down in the probably the most intense manhunt in history. The entire city of Boston was on lock down.  

When I was young I was addicted to long distance running. In fact I finished 33 (26.2 mile) marathons in my running career, but the only one that mattered was the Mecca of distance running: The Boston Marathon. "Boston" was the goal and inorder to be eligible to participate you had to achieve a qualifying time (under 3 hours and 10 minutes) at another marathon and inorder to do that one had to train very hard. So hard that you had to run every day and sometimes twice a day.

On Monday before hell literally broke loose in Boston, I was reading a post on Facebook.  Obviously there are millions of them these days, but this one caught my attention and I ended up reading the whole piece and most of the comments.  It was written by a woman who had lost her young daughter, nearly three, to cancer.  She spoke with a subtle bitterness about how so many things that people say to her hurt.  Even seemingly kind-hearted comments such as "she was a warrior", or "she is an angel now" were perceived as being uncaring