Thousands of spectators will line Boylston Street in Boston on Monday for the running of the Boston Marathon, just like I did on a sunny afternoon in 2013.
On that fateful day, my arm and leg were ripped wide open from flying shrapnel from a pressure cooker bomb that was detonated by terrorists at the finish line.
I was a victim of terror that day, but I also became a survivor. I survive every day. I survive through painful surgeries and debilitating anxiety. I survive in an effort to help others; people who are suffering like me.