On July 7, 2005 I was traveling by tube from my home in Kensington to my work in downtown London. Two trains ahead of ours, a bomb went off. Everybody got out of the trains, walked to a station and up the stairs to sunlight.
Fifty-two people were killed that day in four separate bombing attacks. And although London mourned their loss, they gave a collective two fingers to those who had perpetrated the attacks and went on about their business.
Although they stopped the Metro, people walked to work–not home. And at the end of the day they walked home. And the next day they walked to work.
I can’t do a marathon–too old. But I’m going for a jog for Beantown.