Words and photos by Jeremy Pavia
The following story is my personal, first-hand experience during the bombing at the Boston Marathon. I keep playing the exact moments over and over again in my head. The sound of the bombs wreaking havoc on innocent people is on repeat and the images of people being loaded into ambulances one after the other is something I can’t remove from my system. This story was written just as soon as I could get my laptop into my hands. As I sit here trying to write an intro that makes sense I keep typing and then deleting, and then typing again. I can’t seem to figure out how to make it work, so just go ahead and start reading.
