For those of us who were around during September 11th, we remember how painful it was for the entire country and of course, the magnitude of loss and devastation that occurred during that event.  And, it was horrible.

I didn’t live in NYC at the time, I was in Boston as I am now.  And, although the Boston Marathon bombing led to fewer deaths, it had an especially salient impact because it was personal.  It was our city, many of us watched parts of the marathon and most of us knew at least one person who ran in it.

And, when the bombing and the drawn out suspense and aftermath occurred, it wasn’t just that we felt intense sorrow and grief for those who had been injured and lost.  It wasn’t just that we were scared for our safety during the chases and shootouts.  It was that it could have been us.  It was so close to being us, each of us.

When you’re adopted, the tragedy has already happened.  Your birth parents weren’t able to raise you.  Of course, you would be on alert for signs that it could happen again.  Of course.  Because, even if you run again next year, it changes your experience of the Boston Marathon is forever changed.