I sat stunned in front of the computer screen as grisly images of the bombing aftermath played out. Bodies twisted. Limbs missing. Blood splattered across the concrete sidewalk,  like paint spilled from a carelessly flung can. Captured photos and footage reveal the moment of terror and lifetime of recovery. Every single scar would be a reminder that they were the victim of another person's heartless action. Hatred acted upon. Would beads of sweat instantly form across their scarred skin whenever ... View the Post