We visited the Boston Marathon Memorial right after the streets were opened up. It was amazing that in the middle of this busy city was a sacred memorial where everyone was totally silent. Once again I felt so blessed that we were safe through this ordeal. As I was signing one of the boards a woman asked if she could borrow my phone to call her husband. This really hit home for me, as a complete stranger offered her phone for Matt to call me at the end of the race. With tears in my eyes, I told the lady I would be honored to let her use my phone. In a small way I could pay it forward. I will never look at a pair of running shoes in the same way.
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