Hold Your Heads High, Boston

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I wish I had an answer to what happened on Monday. I wish I knew why it happened and who did it and what we could have done to stopped it. But I’m not Spiderman (or Voltaire for that matter) and I know with great power comes great responsibility – but I just don’t know how I would have handled the situation if I knew.

When push comes to shove – I know what the right thing to do is. When you see someone who needs help – you just help them. It’s like when you hear those stories about parents lifting cars off their kids. You just do what you have to do, unless the person is an ass – then you might let him suffer for a minute or at least until he learns his lesson. I’m kidding. No need to write a letter and complain.

I’d like to think the majority of us out there are good people. I know we all have out moments when we are just complete shit bags and we even give ourselves the douche chills thanks to whatever God awful activities we’ve just participated in. Lord knows I have, but my biggest mistakes have happened in the bedroom and I do whatever I can to make sure there’s no iPhone voyeurs’ capturing the moment for their latest Vine. Don’t act like you don’t know – we all have our dirty little secrets. I’ve heard those stories and seen the pictures after you’ve downed a bottle of Parrot Bay and you woke up naked, lying under the Bobby Orr statue.  I know, I know…’it was cold’.

When I was walking from the mayhem on Boylston to Charles/MGH yesterday, I kept reminding myself that everything was going to be ok, tomorrow is another day, we’ll get to hit the reset button and start over. Sure we’ll have to pick up the pieces and dust ourselves off – but it’s going to be ok. I’m sorry to sling clichés with every breath, but right now – hearing those generic clichés are what’s keeping me from rolling up into a fetal position and sobbing for hours.

It’s going to take some time, we’re going to have nightmares for a while, we’re going to be upset, we’re going to be filled with questions and struggle to find answers for our peers or children – but it takes time. I know it’s not going to be easy for some people out there and I wouldn’t wish what happened to them on my worst enemy. But it will get better.

It is going to be ok, sure we’re going to be looking over our shoulders for a while – but we’re going to make it through this. If we can make it through blizzards, hurricanes, mooninites and Bobby Valentine – we can fight thru anything.

Offer to buy a tired looking cop or fireman some coffee or a treat. Help your neighbors out and remember, through thick and thin – we take care of our own. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been here, you’re a Bostonian.

So can you promise me this? Please hold your heads high, lend a hand if it’s needed and treat everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) with the respect they deserve. This is not the time to assume the worst of your fellow Bostonians.

I know the wheels will be spinning – but they’re one of us. They’re suffering along with us. I know this lovey dovey nonsense is not my usual song and dance and I’m letting my little liberal pony side shine, but sometimes we need these little reminders. Be careful, be safe and remember Boston will always be your home.