PART 2- MY EIGHT-YEAR-OLD SON WAS CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR OF THE LIVING ROOM, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE AFTER BEING STRUCK BY HIS TWELVE-YEAR-OLD COUSIN WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO BREAK A RIB. MY MOTHER GRABBED MY PHONE AND URGED ME NOT TO DESTROY MY NEPHEW’S FUTURE WHEN I WENT FOR IT TO DIAL 911.
The doctor looked at me, his eyes dark, searching my face for the truth. “This takes significant, targeted, blunt-force trauma. Like being struck violently with a baseball bat, or kicked …
PART 2- MY EIGHT-YEAR-OLD SON WAS CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR OF THE LIVING ROOM, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE AFTER BEING STRUCK BY HIS TWELVE-YEAR-OLD COUSIN WITH ENOUGH FORCE TO BREAK A RIB. MY MOTHER GRABBED MY PHONE AND URGED ME NOT TO DESTROY MY NEPHEW’S FUTURE WHEN I WENT FOR IT TO DIAL 911. Read More