You know, before Monday, running had never been an activity
that provoked deep emotions in me.
Yet, on Monday, running the Boston Marathon,
I found myself fighting back tears and failing.
It was at mile 17.
That was the mile where my family was watching.
I stopped to hug them, and I was so happy to see them,
but that’s not what provoked my tears.
No, it was just before I saw them,
when I passed the Newton-Wellesley Hospital.
Completely covering the hospital’s front lawn,
were 2,204 purple and red flags.
Each flag represented a person in Massachusetts
who died this past year from an opioid overdose.
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