I don’t know what I expected on the morning of the Memorial Marathon except that I would get there, run my 5K and go home. I knew I would see a lot of runners. Short, tall, thin, not-so-thin, black, white, men, women, fast runners, beginning runners, walkers. They were all represented from all 50 states. It was exhilarating, to say the least. What I didn’t expect to see as we neared the 1 mile marker were two firemen walking in their full suits complete with oxygen tanks on their backs. There is a lump in my throat as I even remember them and what they stood for. I don’t know if those two men were there on the morning of April 19, 1995. I don’t know if they pulled the victims from the rubble. I don’t know if they helped a survivor find medical help. I don’t know if they lost their best friend. What I do know is that on this particular Sunday morning, while the rest of us were donning our Nike running apparel and overpriced running shoes, these two were not appropriately dressed for such an event. Or were they. Their statement was simple, yet profound. It rang through my heart for the rest of the 2.2 miles I had to go. I appreciated their willingness to walk with a heavy load on their back some 15 years later.