I Prayed for a Miracle—Now I Lock My Door at Night

Some places said, carefully, that they didn’t have the staffing for “aggressive behaviors.”

One woman on the phone—her voice professional, practiced—said, “Ma’am, have you tried keeping a calm environment?”

I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles turned white.

A calm environment.

As if I hadn’t spent two years tiptoeing around a human storm.

As if I hadn’t continue reading …