Many years ago I sat on the deck of a beach house with my step-brother. We were enjoying an adult beverage, watching the sunset and catching up. This brother is the quiet one, so having a deep conversation was never really our norm. This night was different. On this night he began opening up just a bit about his volunteer firefighter position. Though he opened up for only a bit, he shared some graphic scenes that he witnessed firsthand…images he can never un-see. The stories were horrendous. These tragic scenes changed him. Without a doubt they hardened him, kept him up at night and haunted his sleep.
You Should Just Stop Fostering
You Should Just Stop Fostering
You Should Just Stop Fostering
Many years ago I sat on the deck of a beach house with my step-brother. We were enjoying an adult beverage, watching the sunset and catching up. This brother is the quiet one, so having a deep conversation was never really our norm. This night was different. On this night he began opening up just a bit about his volunteer firefighter position. Though he opened up for only a bit, he shared some graphic scenes that he witnessed firsthand…images he can never un-see. The stories were horrendous. These tragic scenes changed him. Without a doubt they hardened him, kept him up at night and haunted his sleep.