The Angel in Leather Who Laid Down Beside My Screaming Son!

Tyler begins to struggle, Marcus does something I never formally taught him.

He gets low.

He gets still.

He offers calm without demanding calm.

Not perfectly. Not expertly.

But in the same spirit as the man who once lay down on a waiting room floor and gave my son a bridge back to himself.

I used to think support had to look like a strategy, a method, a continue reading …