Marathon Monday has always been a special event in Boston, but this year it means more than ever. “Boston Strong” is the slogan of the day and as a company based in Boston, we couldn't stay silent today. Brett is here to reflect on another year passed and another year stronger.
“Hey Dad! Watch this!” hollered my two-year old as he sprinted to kick a soccer ball.
My son and I were enjoying a sunny afternoon at Murphy Playground, located just around the corner from our home in Brookline and about a mile from the Marathon finish line. Just after his little foot kicked the ball I heard a loud boom in the distance, and then seconds later another one. The noise sounded like a tractor trailer running over the steel plates construction workers use to temporarily cover holes in the street. At least that's what I wanted to believe.
Quickly everyone in Boston learned the horrifying reason behind those booms. They were explosions. There were bombs at the Marathon. People were badly hurt. The city was in great pain.
The moments and days that followed were a mixture of confusion, sadness, anger and pride. Like you, we worried about our friends running the race, whose families were gathered at the finish line to cheer. Like you, we cried when we learned about the deaths of Krystle Campbell, Lu Lingzi and 8-year-old Martin Richard. Like you, we were overcome with great pride after learning of the heroic actions of volunteers, firefighters, doctors and nurses who saved the lives of hundreds. Like you, we waited in fear for the perpetrators to be found, and like you our view of police officers changed forever when they were eventually hunted down. Like you, we seethed with anger, when an Arkansas legislator stupidly remarked that we should regret not owning guns, and the Chechen president blamed the criminal’s actions on their American upbringing. How such ignorance could exist in the midst of such bravery we could not understand. Like you, we gave to One Fund because we wanted with all of our hearts to help make things right. Like you, we will forever remember that day as one during which the aim to destroy was met with a collective wave of courage in the hearts, minds and actions of an entire city.
As a group of people who sell wine, you’re probably used to seeing pictures of us having fun at an event or reading about our latest and greatest bottle to hit the shelves. Even though this is what we do, it’s an incomplete picture of who we are. Life isn’t all about popping corks and clinking glasses. The thousands of runners who gather each year in Hopkinton teach us this. They run to conquer diseases. They run to honor the memories of loved ones. They run to achieve something that they once believed they could not. They run because they believe in their soul that it is important to keep running.
In this spirit, we know that there are times when you need to put your glass down. Not all of us will run a marathon, but we were put on this earth to accomplish something. Some will achieve big things and others small, but it’s important that we all strive to make some difference. So, today put your glass down and help a friend. Put your glass down and play a little more with your kids. Put your glass down and go for a run with a hundred new friends. Most especially, put your glass down and cheer a runner. You’ll be grateful that you did, and when it’s time to pick up that glass again, that first sip will taste sweeter than ever.