this is what healing looks like. On the second floor of a big glass building is a young boy with a still bloodied scar down his chest. He is plugged into life saving machines that pull blood through a sore rib cage and stuck with needles. A small tube runs across his face administering oxygen; his hands and feet are strapped to the bed. It’s hard to believe, but this is what healing looks like. The many people that orbit the boy have had their share of clash in the past. I personally have not seen the boy’s father since the day he came to tell me that he would no longer be mine, but here we are together again in a dark room where the only light comes from the green numbers on a monitor that tell us the boy is alive. He gives me a long tight squeeze and although this is not how I imagined it, this is what healing looks like. The young boy’s even younger brother stands glued to the floor where he stands. He has never seen his brother like this. I have, this is not the first tim...