Lord, bless this brokenhearted city as she finds her balance, dusts herself off, and tilts her eyes back to the sky.


BostonYesterday morning, I woke up and learned that Boston, my adopted hometown, had been attacked.  On a perfect spring day — Patriot’s Day, a local holiday of pride — two bombs ripped through a crowd of spectators cheering on family and friends running the annual Boston Marathon.  The attack claimed 3 lives (including a 23-yr old graduate student from China), left 170 maimed and injured, and changed a city forever.  We had witnessed the Oklahoma bombing, watched the towers fall on 9-11, but somehow, I never thought this would happen in Boston.

During a scary period of checking in with friends and family (everyone was okay),  I found that some people were angry, some were bewildered, but most were just wanted to know why something like this would happen.

When I was on military deployments in the Balkans and the Mideast, the worst thing was not knowing where an attack might come from and not having anything to fight back at.  I’m sorry that this has come home to the US now.

Last week, the WSJ interviewed me for a story on expats leaving China due to worsening environmental pollution.  To help out the reporter, I sent out a few questions to the community to see if there were any people who had in fact decided to leave for this reason. Nearly a dozen people replied within a day, many old China hands.  I’m not saying this is right or wrong.  However, events in the past several days have made me realize that though there may be a lot of problems in China, I’ve never had to worry about random violence finding me or my loved ones here.

Be strong, Boston.

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