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Rosa M. Evora45

The morning was gorgeous—it was perfect running weather. As my friends and I were walking to the starting line, we met runners from all over the world. A third of the way into the race, my legs were getting heavy. But my desire to finish, along with the energy and excitement from the spectators, pushed me to keep going.  When we reached mile 25.8, we were told by the race official that the race was stopped. At first we were confused, then he told us a bomb went off at the finish line. Fear, helplessness, and confusion all set in at the same time. My sister and my nephews were waiting for me at the finish line. The thought of not knowing if they were safe or not was unbearable, and the phone services were cut off. All I could do was sit, wait, cry, and pray that they were safe. What started out as a perfect day for the runners and spectators turned into an unforgettable tragedy. My spirit is shaken, but not broken.


—As told to Boston magazine. Photo by Scott M. Lacey