This morning I woke up praying to a higher being that I may or may not believe in that the bombings at the Boston Marathon yesterday was just a bad dream, that the city my son is named after and a city that I considered my backyard while growing up really didn’t get violently attacked and disrespected.
I turned on the TV and the coverage made it clear that it wasn’t a bad dream but a nightmare that we can’t wake up from. It happened and it was real. After feeding Boston, my son, I went online to find some more information regarding the tragedy and saw post after post claiming that the government was behind the bombing and that it’s a conspiracy. I instantly felt my blood begin to boil and tears filled my eyes simultaneously.
It hasn’t even been 24 hours since the bombing and people think they…
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