In ways both big and small, both fleeting and transformational, this time simply felt different.
On the lawn of the First Baptist Church in the Jamaica Plain neighborhood of Boston, Eve Nagler stood at a prayer vigil two days after terrorists attempted to shred the joy of Boston’s biggest day with nails and BB’s and bits of hurtling metal.
This, she knew, was not 9/11 ”“ the scale, the shock, the fear were nothing like people had felt 12 years ago. Yet something else had shifted, too ”“ something perhaps less easily definable but no less palpable to many of those at the vigil and across the suburbs that bound themselves together as “Boston Strong.”
There was a calm, not only in the streets but in raw and wounded hearts.