That expression “Never a Dull Moment” certainly seems to apply to my life over the past several years. My husband travels frequently for work and it seems like if something can go wrong while he is away–it does! Yesterday he was in Connecticut and his flight was cancelled due to bad weather. He booked a later flight and that too was cancelled. The only way to get home today was through Boston. He expressed some nervousness about this and what the airport security would be like after the Boston Marathon bombing that had happened on Monday. Not having another option, he and his coworker drove the three hours to Boston last night and decided to make the best of the situation by meeting one of his childhood friends there for dinner and a drink. They met at a bar across from MIT in Cambridge.

This morning I got a phone call at six a.m. from my brother-in-law asking if my husband made it on his flight. I was dead asleep when he called but woke up quickly as he told me the police shot one of the suspects in the bombing and that the city was on lockdown for transportation. Then he tells me that he found out through the Boston friend that they all left the bar across from MIT around 10:30, which is pretty much the same time and place where the first suspect was shot. I knew he made it safely back to the hotel but did not know he could’ve been in danger!

I told my brother-in-law that I had his itinerary in my email and that he always texts me when he clears security and gets on a plane. I quietly went downstairs to my cell phone so as not to wake the kids, only to discover that he sent me the itinerary for the cancelled flight and he did not text! I decided to look up the news on my Kindle and discovered that transit was shut down but flights were going out on a limited basis under heightened security. I knew he had to take a shuttle to the airport and was trying to do the math as to what time everything happened since his flight was at 7:00 and it was now 9:00 EST. Was he on lockdown?

I hadn’t thought to ask him which city his hotel was in and just knew it was near the airport. I assumed he would be able to call if he was just stuck at the hotel or airport but was very relieved when he landed safely in Denver for his connecting flight. His flight was at 7:00 a.m. so he just missed the lock down, and they had just missed the shooting near the bar. I kept thinking that he wasn’t even supposed to be in Boston, let alone in the middle of where a suspected terrorist was shot!

It was such a random turn of events and my heart is still pounding at what could have happened. I have such empathy for people in the city and their family members as police look for the other suspect while everyone is stuck nervously waiting in their homes.

It’s funny how as a teenager I was bored and seemed to like to find drama. As a “grown up” I am trying to avoid drama and my favorite days/weeks are the ones where nothing out of the ordinary happens. When we have a simple dinner at home or day at the beach. No one gets hurt. No one goes to the hospital. Maybe we even get a nap. I certainly prefer a dull moment these days over the stress like this morning…