my story of Boston Terror.

We traveled from California to Boston for the Boston marathon. We were doing it for my neice's 7th birthday. We all cheered as the first runners crossed the finish line. I picked my neice up so she could see better. She was having the time of her life.
You could see the explosion before you could hear it. My brother in law pushed us away from it until we couldnt get any further. The crowd was to big. I saw it all happen in slow motion. The shock was just to much. My brother in law sheilded us from the flames as people screamed. Most people fled the scene right then. We couldnt fight our way through the crowd. About a hundred yards away another bomb went off. We reached an ambulance and loaded my brother in law in. My sister stayed with him and I grabbed my neice and ran to our car. We drove to the hospital as soon as possible. We waited in the waiting room for hours. When the phone company got running again I pulled out my phone to contact Emma's (me neice) grandparents (obviously from her dad's side). They were worried sick. It was revealed to us that he has 3rd degree burns. He'll be ok soon enough. In a few days I'm taking Emma to New Mexico to see her grandparents. We were planning on doing that after the marathon because she hardly gets to see them and it was her birthday. Some think none of my story is true but I dont care. Thank you to everyone who's been comforting me. Your praying helped alot. The doctor thought we'd have to cut off my brother in law's right leg but we wont. Keep praying for Boston. It's helping alot. I promise.