“i sat there on that sand for quite a while. Hiccuping and choking on my own snot. And there was nothing I could do. The more I let it soak in, the more I realized that there was such absolution, such a non negotiable in this very moment, that I was utterly helpless to resist the great reality of it all. I never once flinched. I never once hesitated. And yet there was his hand. Laying there before me. Just his hand. This was what was left of my brother. His life was wiped clean away, as though he were human one moment and then a firework. That was it. He just ripped open, right there before me. And all I got in return was nearly blown eardrums, a couple scrapes and a heat flash sunburn. My eyebrows and lashes stank but I was breathing, And all I could feel was something deep down inside of me screaming in agony. He was gone. My rock. And there really aren’t words that can say it best what real physical pain in totally acceptable in comparison to this level of psychological torture. This moment is the pinch moment of falling in love only in reverse. This is deep, never ending loss. The kind where they are a memory. And you feel so cheated at not getting to keep them with you. He stepped on it. And kicked me from behind, that was the last thing he did.” I can’t begin to explain the gravity of what having this story recounted to you can mean as a writer. But when you hear it fir yourself, it changes how you perceive bravery, and it makes you want to hear more. My name is Daisy. I’m a journalist. I spent most of my childhood with a camera in my hand or a pen. I was a wandering spirit. And one day, I met a man who taught me at 100 years old, is still a soldier. His story was beautiful. And I hope I can give him a piece of eternal rest. I have another story that is a real tear jerker. His name was Sam. He was from the Ukraine. He was raised in cow country. He didn’t know electricity until he fled. He had sisters and brothers. He had relatives the

What if the human mind were truly able to heal itself in the right circumstances? What if there were another way to lead the broken back to a place where they could repair what broke? These are the questions of the newest installation in the American Justice System in the not too distant future. Today you will observe from a safe distance the roll out of a revolutionizing software....we call it...Nahfru...