There once lived a small boy who knew that people can learn to get along with each other.
He knew, deep in his heart, that it was true. People who think differently about things can live together in peace, if they put their minds to it. That’s what minds are for.
So he wrote a note to the world:
No More Hurting People. Peace.
He wrote it big enough for all to see, on a poster, and added two red hearts and a peace symbol.
He held the poster against his chest and smiled while his dad took his picture.
One day this loving boy ran from the sidelines to hug his father at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Then he ran back to where his mother and sister were watching.
At that same moment, a loud boom ripped the air and a home-made pressure cooker bomb exploded on the sidewalk near the boy, sending nails and other sharp metal objects into people all around, and into the boy’s body.
The boy died. His name was Martin Richard.
But he left us the most important message that we need to know in life. I will always remember what he wrote.
No more hurting people. Peace.
And peace for you, dear young Martin.