"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"During one of our many, heartfelt conversations my patient shared his broken spirit, in shaking, emotional words. He cried, “I’m defective!” And my heart broke for him. Empathetic, I felt his pain. I had known it myself. I wanted to run to his rescue, to console my son, to encourage him, to tell him how lovely he was."
