In Times of Trauma
I am okay, I am okay
When I was a kid, I was afraid the sun would go out. My father told me the light from the sun took about 7 minutes to get to us, so I figured I had ample warning to run upstairs and burrow into the extra blankets in the linen closet.
I couldn’t imagine the world simply ending at that point. I was optimistic that the sun would go back to its normal self within a short period, so if I…