Nine years ago I boarded a plane bound for the middle east. I didn't know I was going to war. I didn't know that I was going to witness such horror.
My former therapists Paula had me choose a rock from a beautiful display in her office. I chose a smooth stone. Throughout my treatment I would imagine sending the pain and negative energy back into this rock. Paula kept the rock safe and in due time passed it to Loraine. They both guarded and protected my rock as they helped me release some of the trauma.
Loraine asked me what I wanted to do with my rock. I told her I wanted to take it out to the Arizona desert and blow it into a million pieces. My heart felt as though it had been blown out through my chest so why not blow a hole through the rock that contained my memories?
But Loraine had a better Idea.
She knew a young soldier who was getting ready to deploy.
He took my rock back to Iraq
He held it for safe keeping, and in due time found a proper resting place for my rock.
And placed it somewhere special.
Many Thanks!