Bitter Breakfast

Trauma imprints chemical, psychological and sensory residue.

When I was five years old living on my grandfather’s farm, I witnessed the crash of a crop dusters’ plane. The pilot was killed.

This type of experience at such a young age makes you ask questions that normally don’t rise until middle-age. Why him and not me? What is worth doing in life if it can be over in an instant? How do I find what’s really important to me?