Upon graduation from Butler University in Indianapolis, I set my sights on a new adventure in Boston. In the fifteenth months, I’ve met people who will be lifelong friends and mentors. It’s taken me by surprise how quickly this vibrant city found its way into my heart.
One of my first friends I met in Boston, Erica, ran the Boston Marathon last year. Erica, her parents, my roommate and a handful of friends were on Boylston Street cheering for the thousands of people accomplishing their dreams.
Sitting behind a computer screen at work, I watched the tragic events unfold on Twitter. Fear and helplessness inundated my mind immediately. In a sleepy Midwestern town like my own, tragedies happen on television not in real life. My co-workers and I split a cab home and the longer we drove, the more nauseous I felt. I hadn’t heard from any of them. Phone lines were jammed and news outlets had no verified information. Forty-five minutes later, my roommate’s text finally came and I learned they were all safe. Unfortunately, that wasn’t reality for so many others.
In the days and weeks following, I received an outpouring of love from family and friends, just for living here. It opened my heart to feeling loved even from thousands of miles away. I attended vigils, prayer nights and fundraisers to support the victims. I felt something unexplainably strong for the people of this beautiful city that welcomed me with open arms just months before.
I’m truly honored to spend the next few months giving generously to the people whose lives were changed forever on April 15, 2013. This project will be funded by the generosity of people just like you. No donation is too small -- Every dollar matters and truly shows the power of a group with a mission. You can join me in making a difference by making a donation on this page.