I was at the Marathon on Monday to shoot video for FUN with my videographer, Mat Budelman.

It’s taken me a while to mull everything over. And still I can’t make any sense of it. I didn’t see the blast. Didn’t hear it. In fact, I’d just gotten back to my Boston apartment and was about to take a nap to recover from our early start when my roommate told me there was “some kind of explosion” at the finish line.

I spent the rest of the day glued to my computer, watching the live news feed, watching the explosion over and over again. The blood, the missing limbs, the confusion. I cried. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to do this, especially on that day at that event to my city.

I reviewed the footage we’d shot and couldn't help but play the “What If” game: What if we hadn't gotten to the Marathon by 10am? What if we’d decided to go later? What if we’d decided to shoot at the finish line instead of at Heartbreak Hill? Or what if everything were the same but we hadn’t been so tired? What if we had walked on to the finish line after we’d finished shooting? We would have gotten there just as the first bomb exploded.

My heart goes out to everyone who was there. Who watched the bomb explode in front of them. Who saw the aftermath in person or was unfortunate enough to be part of it.

And thank you, thank you so so much, to every single person who helped. Nothing like this should ever happen. But it’s inspiring to see just how compassionate and resilient we can be.

We are Boston Strong.

Article written by Fun 107 contributor Courtney Petrouski