“I was standing right behind you two on Boylston Street,” he said. We all smiled.
We were almost to the car when Lisa remembered the marathon security guard. Her name badge said “Joanna.”
About 30 minutes before the explosion, we had tried to move up Boylston Street and get closer to the actual finish line. We had stood right at the finish line before, several years ago, when my sister Joan ran the marathon.
But Joanna, the security guard, stopped us and pushed us back. “No press past this point.” she said.
“She probably saved our lives,” Lisa said.
Back at the car, when we were able to recharge our phone, we were flooded with text and messages. We never got to see our friends finish the race yesterday, but thanks to Facebook, we knew fairly quickly they were OK.
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