A short first-person monologue describing witnessing a loved one’s daily physical pain and the emotional burden it places on family and work life. The speaker reflects on nighttime helplessness, concerns about providing for two young children and employees, fear of disappointing the father, and a resolve not to “be a statistic.”
Chapters
Well, every day you see the pain on his face and in his body every single day. And I remember the most just waking up during the night and turning over and he is just lying there in bed, kind of frozen, eyes to the ceiling, trying to figure it out, trying to figure out where, how to keep it going, what's going to happen, what is the future again, as you said, family, two young kids, employees, you know, do we need to let people go? And then also the sense of potential disappointment to the father, what he was building and, you know, and everything was so much weight on his shoulders. And I'm looking at him and I'm helpless. Is it me witnessing him and kind of trying to absorb his pain or my own pain of not being, being able to help? Because we, we were not going to back down, but we were not going to be a statistic.