The Doctors Said The Little Boy Was Beyond Saving

couldn’t. Because there wasn’t anything in me that wanted to come out as words.

What got me back wasn’t a psychologist with a binder.

It was a corpsman named Ruiz who sat next to me, not across from me, every day for two weeks. Never asked me a question. Just breathed in that slow square pattern next to me until one day my own lungs picked up the rhythm continue reading …