The heros in my stories are my main characters. These heros aren’t necessarily seen as possessing great courage; They may not even be “good” in the classic sense of doing right. My heros keep moving forward by overcoming obstacles thrown at them. The reader may not even like my heros, but you will most likely admire their ability to achieve.
The heros I witnessed in the recent Boston Marathon massacre are heros of a different sort. They were athletes and volunteers, police and fire fighters, men and women on the street, running toward danger to aid those in need when the world was falling apart about them.
They were runners who, after 26.2 miles, kept running, and ran toward hospitals to give blood. They were ordinary people exercising extraordinary acts. They showed great courage. And watching from afar, I can unequivocally say, they were good in the classic sense of doing right.
Like the patriots whom the day is named after, these citizens stand for what is honorable about our country. Yesterday, Patriots Day 2013, Boston, Massachusetts, became a village banding together to face a tyranny of an unknown oppressor. Not a king, surely, but a coward.
I have to believe Boston, my country, will band together, continue the heroic acts one by one, moving forward and overcoming obstacles. The thing to do now is to admire these heros and their acts, tell their story, become one of them, one with them.