Like much of the rest of America, I’ve been monitoring closely the events in Boston today, and came across this moving story about Sean Collier, the MIT police officer who was gunned down by the savages who perpetrated the Boston Marathon bombing.
Mr. Collier sounded like a wonderful young man. Here’s an excerpt from the Boston.com story on Collier: “Through tears, his roommate — who trained with Collier at the police academy and did not provide his name — said Collier was ‘awesome,’ his only fault being that was he was too brave.” And this:
Somerville police Lt. William Rymill, who had known Collier for five years, said that in just two months, he would likely have fulfilled a longheld dream. Collier had scored high on a civil service exam, and was likely to be called to join the Somerville police department in June. “Anybody could relate to him. Sean could talk to anybody,” Rymill said. “The girls here in dispatch haven’t stopped crying.”
Holly Dixon, whose 28-year-old son, Travis, was Collier’s roommate in Somerville, said Collier loved camping and the outdoors and was incredibly generous. “He is one of the nicest guys you can imagine, funny, everybody liked him,” said Holly Dixon. “He was a nice, nice kid, who would do anything for you.”
Now he is dead, leaving a grieving family behind. Sometimes the good, the very good, do die young.
Requiescat in pace.