Lost in Boston


Lost in Boston

Imagine you are at your restaurant job and having what seems to be a terrible day. The kitchen has 86’d half of the menu because things are incredibly busier than usual. There are large parties in your station and everyone is only half-paying attention to you because their mind is on some other fun event that is happening just outside your workplace,. You aren’t able to participate because, you know, you have to be at work while it appears that everyone else in the city is off that day. You are holding a tray full of waters when you slip on a lemon that you knew you should have picked up but didn’t, and you spill the glasses of water down the front of your apron soaking your pad and all of your money. “How can things get any shittier?” you wonder. You look at your watch and see that you have an hour and ten minutes before the night shift comes in at 4:00 and you can transfer your tables and get out. Then there is an explosion right in front of your restaurant and things get incredibly worse.

On Monday, April 15th, the country was sent reeling when two explosions went off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. That server, who thought the day was as crappy as possible, suddenly realized that he is lucky to be alive. Why does it take some monumental tragedy to remind us to be grateful?

We lost a lost that day, including the lives of three people; eight-year old Martin Richard, a Boston University student and a 29-year old restaurant manager named Krystle Campbell. People lost limbs and people lost blood but worst of all, people lost their sense of safety yet again. The Boston Marathon will now forever be tarnished because some crazy person wanted to prove a point. From now on, there will always be a moment of silence at the start of the race for those who lost their lives on Monday. Moments of silence or wonderful but wouldn’t it be better to not need them at all? We don’t need any more reasons to have moments of silence.

Whenever something tragic happens, it serves as reminder to us all that life is short and sweet, much like Hervé Villechaize covered in powdered sugar. We never know when life is going to punch us in the gut and change our world forever. As I scroll through the photos of the carnage, it’s pretty obvious that no one is upset because Table 12 left a crappy tip or because Mo didn’t finish his sidework again. The only things those people in the photos are thinking about are their families and their friends and being alive. They will go through the rest of their lives knowing how lucky they are to have escaped death and maybe the small stuff will be just that: small.

What can we take away from this? Hopefully, we will gain an appreciation that will make up for some of what was lost. The people directly involved will hold onto that day much longer than any of us who weren’t there will. They will never forget what they lost that day, but maybe we can try to keep it with us too. Sure, it will fade away as all things do, but wouldn’t it be nice if we could never forget what was lost so we can always hold onto the appreciation of now? The next time you are at work and someone sends back a cup of coffee for the third time because it still isn’t hot enough, maybe you can just be grateful that all you will lose is the time it will take to make an extra trip to the microwave to nuke that cup for three minutes.

What happened in Boston is just another senseless act of violence that we hope we will never get used to. Sadly, there will probably be another one sometime down the road, but until then, let’s not let ourselves worry about the little things that are bothering us. Instead, be happy that you are alive and that you have a job, no matter how crappy it is. If you don’t have a job be grateful that you have legs to walk on and if you don’t have legs be grateful that you have eyes to see and if you are blind be grateful that you have breath. We have to remember that there is always something to be grateful for. If a customer leaves you a bad tip, be grateful they are gone and you can continue your day being happy.

I give all my love and heart to Boston.


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15 thoughts on “Lost in Boston

  1. Sue

    I live in Boston and work at Mass General Hospital. It has been a heart-wrenching few days for everyone, but I’m continuously touched by the outpouring of concern from around the country and the world.

  2. Mellie S.

    As a runner, I can’t imagine beginning what you thought was going to be one of the most fufilling days of your running career and it turning out to be one of the most frightening days of your life. Boston is the mecca…the pinnacle for a runner, but after looking through all the photos the past couple of days it is also the pinnacle for some amazing humans who could have run away from fray, but ran towards it. Cheers to those helpers, and peace and love to an amazing city that will prevail!

  3. Kristen

    Thank you, I’m a restaurant worker in downtown Boston and a fan. This was beautiful said… Once again, thank u

  4. Sarah

    Thanks. I struggle so much to contextualize horror and cope and you helped. Wish you WERE my friend in real life. 🙂

  5. Dogtroep

    We all know that under the Bitchiness is a true heart of gold. Love, love, love this post <3

    (And "Herve Villechaize covered in powdered sugar"? That made my day!)

  6. chris

    I agree it is a shame that it takes something tragic to make us appreciate what we do have… Maybe it is because if it were an easy thing to do, then it would be unbelievable? Pain no gain is another phrase that seems to fit… Humans must think in order to achieve it has to be hard.. Its the less obvious that makes the most impact.

  7. Elizabeth

    The second explosion went off just 2 doors down from the restaurant I work at. I was scheduled to be in at 4, and planned on leaving at 2:30 because I knew the streets and sidewalks would be way overcrowded. It normally takes me 20 minutes to walk there. I left at 3. Had I left 30 minutes earlier, I would have been standing right where the explosion was, smoking a cigarette as I do before every shift. Thank God my boyfriend wanted to leave when we did. Everyone who was at work when that happened, everyone who works at the restaurant, including me, are all still shaken up, and everything that has happened over the past 18 hours or so hasn’t been helping. A huge thank you to the whole country all of your well wishes, prayers and concerns. I am so ready for this to be over. 🙁


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