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Sarah Dolphin at the Boston Marathon April 2008

It will never happen to me, I'm safe. Thoughts that everything think, but isn't really true. I thank God that I do not live in a country where bombings and killings are not apart of daily life. Today's bombing during the Boston Marathon hit home.

I went to school in Boston and lived there for four years. I would probably still live there if I got a job. Patriots Day a/k/a Marathon Monday was always so much fun and even more fun when I got to drinking age. My friends and I lived in an apartment above a bar and would stroll out into the streets. There is no school or work for most Boston residents. For me Boston is place where the greatest minds form their ideas. I was young and sheltered, but in Boston, I grew up and truly became the person I am today.

Where the bombing occurred today, I guess that I walked through dozens of times. Ashwini and I would go to the Burger King in Copley Square after shopping on Newbury Street. (Me complaining the entire length of the trip). One time, visiting the Boston library just for fun. Sara and I went to dance class in the area. Val and I lived less than two miles away. It's just too close, even though I now live thousands of miles away.

Many of my friends still live in Boston, everyone I know is accounted for, but I would guess that each of us are no less than six-degrees away from victims of tragedy. It may be only a matter of moments when those degrees get closer. Appreciate each day, and be thankful for the ones you have in your life now.

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My dad once told me a story that he was supposed to be on the Pan Am Flight 103 when I was just two years old, but his flight got delayed. He was picking up parts for the laundry in Germany, and flying home to us. Fate. Christopher should be happy he even exists. God knows I'm thankful for my dad.

I feel uneasy. Today was a beautiful day in Orlando, but my heart breaks for Boston.