I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS

It’s St. Patrick’s Day here in the United States and in some other countries .

I should be writing about planning or thinking about another 30 Plus Teams Tour that I want to take and what’s going to go into my suitcase when I do leave.

I should be thinking about the craziness that happened in Las Vegas at the Bellagio and El Cortez Hotels and Casino, two hotels that I frequent quite often whenever I go to Vegas .

I should, of course be thinking that this is the day that a lot of fans of college basketball dream of.

The selection of which college basketball teams are going to be in the annual “March Madness”, to see which one of them is going to be named the best college men’s basketball team in the United States .

Instead, my prayers are with the people of Christchurch, New Zealand.

Hate has reared its ugly head in that beautiful and peaceful country.

I stopped asking why, what makes people hate someone that has done nothing to them.

Are some of you ,no matter what race or religion y’all are, that much of a bunch of lowlives that you need to blame other people that you don’t know and DON’T TRY TO KNOW for the fact that you can’t get YOUR act together ?

I don’t have the words for what this one scumbag did.

Not for nothing and may God forgive me , I hope you get what you deserve in prison.

I don’t have the words for the hurt and pain you caused in New Zealand .

GOD BLESS YOU NEW ZEALAND. YOU DIDN’T DESERVE THIS.

MEMORIES OF APRIL 15 , 2013

FB_IMG_1501245727736FB_IMG_1501245733104FB_IMG_1501245742088FB_IMG_1501245736873We  can  all  remember  where  we  were  when  certain  events  happened

September  11th  and  the  assassination  of  JFK ,  among  others .

I  can  say  that  I  remember  where  I  was  on  April  15th ,  2013 .

I  had  just  arrived  in  Boston  at  around  6  am  or  so ,  had  breakfast  and  texted  friends  back  in  New  York  City  and  Pittsburgh  to  tell  them  that  what  was  going  on .

I  described  to  them  how  festive  the  city  was  and  that  even  some  of  the  bars  were  open  early .

It  was  a  holiday  in  Boston ,  Patriots  Day ,  which  is  not  only  a  holiday  in  Massachusetts ,  but  Rhode  Island  as  well .

It’s  also  the  day  of  the  Boston  Marathon ,  one  of  the  biggest  races  in  the  country .

The  runners  start  in  the  town  of  Hopkinton ,  Massachusetts  and  end  up  26  miles  later  at  Copley  Square  in  Boston ,.

 

Many  years  ago ,  I  was  a  race  volunteer  because  the  company  that  I  worked  for ,  John  Hancock  Insurance  Company ,  sponsored  the  race .

They  still  do ,  by  the  way .

I  hadn’t  been  to  the  marathon  since  I  left  Boston  and  I  couldn’t  wait  to  see  this  one .

I  would  always  remember  it ,  but  not  for  the  reason  I  wanted  to .

At  around  1:  50pm  or  so ,  I  left  the  spot  where  I  was  watching  the  race  on  Boylston  Street ,  in  front  of  Lord  and  Taylor  Department  Store  and  headed  to  Prudential  Center ,  a  shopping  complex  in  the  Prudential  Building .

The  race  wasn’t  over ,  but  I  had  already  seen  the  top  male ,  female  and  wheelchair  runners  cross  the  finish  line ,  so  it  was  time  to  make  my  way  through  the  crowd  to  buy  a  coworker  a  souvenir  from  Boston .

By  the  time  I  did  that  and  picked  up  a  pastry  from  Crumbs  Bakery ,  it  was  near  3 pm .

It  didn’t  cross  my  mind  that  a  lot  of  sirens  were  going  off  as  I  was  three  blocks  away .

But  looking  back  on  it ,  it  made  sense .

They  were  ambulance  sirens .

Two  bombs  had  gone  off  at  the  marathon .

Bombs ?  !

Two  bombs  at  the  Boston  Marathon ? ?  !

NOOOO !  NOOOO !  NOOOO !

Some  bastard  actually  did  THIS  to  MY  CITY ?  !

I  remember  all  the  text  messages  and  voice  mails  I  received  but  couldn’t  answer  because  because  cell  phone  towers  were  down  and  NO  ONE  in  the  city  was  able  to  get  calls .

”  Jo ,  are  you  all  right ?  ”

”  Jo  Ann ,  it’s  the  job .  Call  us  and  let  us  know  you’re  all  right .  ”

”  Jo ,  Michele  and  I  are  worried  about  you .  Are  you  ok ?  Jo ,  please  answer . ”

Facebook  was  really  my  friend  that  day  because  that  was  the  only  way  I  could  communicate  with  people .

I  was  first  in  shock ,  then  anger .

I  asked  friends  to  pray  for  us  up  in  Boston .

I  didn’t  have  any  physical  scars  or  wounds ,  but  mentally  I  have  scars  and  still  do  years  later .

They  even  made  a  movie  about  the  bombing  called  Patriot  Games ,  which  recently  came  out .

I  won’t  see  it .

I  refuse  to  .

I  don’t  need  to .

I  was  there  that  day .

I  saw  the  crime  scene  tape  around  Copley  Square  and  the  place  where  I stood  just  an  hour  before .

That’s  where  one  of  the  bombs went  off .

As  I  said  my  shock  turned  into  anger .

Anger  at  the  two  low  lifes  who  did  this  to  my  city .

I  want  to  know  what  the  hell  the  city  of  Boston  ever  did  to  you  to  make  you  want  to  bomb  a  big  part  of  it .

You  injured  so  many  and  killed  five  Bostonians  who  you  never  knew  and  did  nothing  to  you .

One  of  them  a  little  boy  who  lived  in  my  old  neighborhood  of  Dorchester .

It’s  going  to  be  four  years  this  Patriots  Day  and  the  race  will  go  on ,  but  I  will  ALWAYS  remember  April  15 ,  2013 .

I’m  not  the  only  one .