Those of you who read this blog religiously (Hi Mom!), and everyone who knows me personally, knows that I am a proud Bay Stater. I grew up in Dedham, which borders Boston to the south. The ride to Copley Square from my local train stop is about 30 minutes. I believe it’s been said that Boston is a small town disguised as a major city and that is so, so true.
The T shuts down at 12:30, making it hard to move about the city too late into the dark. The local sports heroes are followed and revered, similar to how towns in Texas latch onto their high school footballers. The crippling winters and confusing highways give people in the area an anxiety-driven bond that is hard to match. And while Boston’s landscape has shifted over the years, many of its historical landmarks have remained intact.
I moved to New York City and I love it. But there’s a difference. In New York, people in Staten Island have little connection to those in the Bronx. The Upper East Side is only miles from the West Village, but the two areas might as well be in different countries. New York is a city driven by its unique enclaves. While Boston definitely has some of this, it has a much more personal, unified feel.
This is never truer than during the Boston Marathon. Quite simply, it’s a sacred event and a quite literally, a city-wide holiday. Personally, I can recall various moments of my life cheering along the 26.2-mile route, from Hopkinton to that now-infamous section of Boylston Street, holding out water for the runners and giving them the encouragement needed to make the dream of completing a marathon actually come true. The best part of the marathon is that everyone knows someone who knows someone who is running.
I knew someone this year, and chances are if you’re from the city, you did too. It’s Boston in a nutshell.
That’s why, to me, last week’s bombings weren’t just a terrorist act. They were an attack on something that defines us as a city. It was personal. Many of my friends took to Facebook and Twitter to express in no uncertain terms that the terrorists picked the wrong city to pick on. When Stephen Colbert from the hit show The Colbert Report went on a little tangent about the event, talking about why the terrorists picked the wrong city to bomb, many of them proudly showed that off.
I saw people express these sentiments all week long. You don’t mess with us. We are Boston Strong. In fact, “Boston Strong” is the mantra that has risen from this calamity.
And everyone was right. We were right. You don’t mess with Boston. The city not only caught the terrorists, killing one, but it stood united in the face of this atrocity. I couldn’t be prouder of the way everyone has responded. Whether it was first responders, law enforcement officials, police officers, fire fighters, politicians, community leaders, local celebrities, the region’s journalists, or just everyday citizens, it’s been remarkable to see. I hate that this has happened, but it makes me proud that Boston’s resolve was tested and upheld because of it.
The hospitals of Boston—and their doctors, nurses, and other healthcare professionals—deserve an immense amount of credit. They, too, have been Boston Strong in the wake of this event. I always knew that Boston had some of the best hospitals in the world. Brigham & Women’s, Massachusetts General, Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center (BIDMC), Boston Children’s—the list speaks for itself. It was even confirmed by U.S. News in their annual top hospitals issue and by Leapfrog with its hospital safety scores report.
However, until this unfortunate event, I had luckily never seen it so clearly in real-time. As Alex Rosenau, D.O., president-elect of the American College of Emergency Physicians, wrote in The Boston Globe, “it really speaks well of the Boston emergency medical community that there were so few fatalities.”
On Monday after the bombings, I tweeted this:
Got faith in some of Boston's best public servants, not just the PD and FD, but workers at MGH, Beth Israel, and all our great hospitals
— Gabriel Perna (@HCI_GPerna) April 15, 2013
I didn’t know at the time that this faith would be rewarded. The response and preparation from these medical practitioners was heroic.