"I was standing right behind you two on Boylston Street," he said. We all smiled.
We were almost to the car when Lisa remembered a marathon security guard whose name badge said "Joanna."
About 30 minutes before the explosion, we had tried to move up Boylston Street and get closer to the actual finish line. We had stood right at the finish line once before, several years ago, when my sister Joan ran the marathon. But this time Joanna, the security guard, stopped us and pushed us back. "No press past this point." she said.
"She probably saved our life," Lisa said.
Back at the car, when we were able to recharge our phone, we were flooded with messages. We never got to see our friends finish the race yesterday, but thanks to Facebook, we knew fairly quickly they were OK.
Jill Harmacinski is a reporter for The Eagle-Tribune in North Andover, Mass. Follow her on Twitter at @EagleTribJill.