We are battle born.
The last several months have flown by. Tonight as I write, listening to “Battle Born” album by The Killers (the album that fueled much of my Boston Marathon training), there are tears in my eyes.
In less than 24 hours, this incredible journey comes to an end. Months at the gym, days in the streets. Sore joints, battered muscles, black nails, blisters the size of small countries, and searing memories that drove me along the way.
I love and miss my brother. I miss my father. My mother misses them, too. After seeing what I’ve seen, and living what I’ve lived, it is hard many days not to wake up a hardened pessimist.
Today, I went to church. I listened for God. Through the priest, He spoke: “Look to discern God in your life.”
God, through His will and grace, has created this entire opportunity for me. He provided me with a network of the most genuine, caring, and generous friends and family (and complete strangers!), who have supported me all along the way and continue to do so. People not merely paying lip service to my effort and the cause, but digging deep, giving big, and providing constant nourishment for my heart. I never did expect to receive so much. I am so grateful.
We all face our own difficult and heartbreaking trials and tribulations. Life puts us to battle on a regular basis. But we are given many opportunities as well. Each day, each breath, each moment: miracles and gifts.
We as a people simply cannot wait any longer. It is time to be positive. We will take this moment to help make a change in the life of someone who desperately needs it. We will muster our skills, our resources, and our kind words, and we will create change. We will not sit idly by and do nothing.
We will give hope to those who have little, or none. We will love. Forever and always, on a daily basis, we all will feel like I do tonight: that anything is possible, and that human beings and this world are simply beautiful. There is a great hope for all us. And you, like me, will weep at this beautiful revelation.
I want to thank God, my wife Alison, my mothers, family, friends, acquaintances, and strangers who have given so much in consideration of the memories I hold so dearly.
Tomorrow, when I push my body, heart, and mind to limits they’ve never before encountered, I will think fondly of my brother Ryan, my dad, and several other treasured souls. I will think of the young children and families who visit The Children’s Room saddened and struggling with one burning question: “Why?”
Feeling so incredibly blessed and overcome with emotion tonight, I just want to thank you all. I sincerely hope that my experience might inspire you to make a change for the betterment of another person, big or small. We are all battle born only so that we may triumph, so that we may share our experiences and help one another. May God bless you. I love you all.