My sister is a marathon runner so I understand the extended training regimen that is required, and the dedication, the hope and the dream that comes when someone enters to run this race.
However, on this day in 2013, for reasons we do not yet know, it seems that two brothers from Russia, decided to plant two bombs both at and near the finish line that resulted in the death o an 8 year old boy and two adults. Hundreds of spectators were seriously injured with many losing limbs.
The citizens of the United states view this as another terrorist attack on our country and we are not wrong to think that but as the days unfold and the police, the FBI and citizens try to hunt down the two men they believe is responsible, we learned that one is a disgruntle man in his upper twenties and the other is his younger brother of nineteen. The nineteen years old moved to the United States when he was eight years old, known as a kind nice kid went to visit friends the night of the bombing and went to school the following day. Not the typical reaction or behavior of a terrorist. After the older brother is killed by who knows what? Was it several gun shots by the police, was it the suicide bomb that went off or was it when his little brother ran him over in the getaway car? I don’t know.
This is what I know. When they flash the picture of this 19 year old kid, because yes, that is what I see when I see the picture-I don’t see a man. The picture looks like he’s already scared. He doesn’t look cocky. He looks scared and I don’t know how if got in the position but I suspect that he might have done it out of some insane loyalty to his radical brother. I could be wrong and time will tell as we all learn the truth. If we learn the truth. I see a boy who is one year older than my son. I see some mother’s baby boy who is scared because the entire United States is after him. I know that my sympathy makes me an outcast, but I’m better that there are other people out there that is probably thinking that something is not quite right with this picture.
I wish I knew what it was.