This young eight year old boy had just hugged his father and told him how happy he was that he finished the Boston Marathon. The next moment he was dying. One of the bombs at the marathon tore through his young body.
This was a happy child. He had finished a school project a while back and a poster board he made stated no more killing people. The people who made these bombs did not care about this little boy. As a matter of fact, they are probably glad this child died. These bombs were made to hurt. They were made that if they didn't kill you; they certainly were made to hurt you.
Martin, there is not a person who has learned about you that has not fallen in love with you. In your death you have touched so many lives. Rest In Peace Young Man!