Category: David C

  • Brown and Bubbles: Why Ferguson and Wilmington Are Alike

    Brown and Bubbles: Why Ferguson and Wilmington Are Alike

    “Hey, Bubbles has a gift for you.  He’s been looking for you, since you saved his life,” my neighbor said casually.  I was somewhat surprised; Bubbles (not his real street name) was a young man whom I met while administering first aid for an injury sustained on my block.  Bubbles had a critical wound to his chest, and…

  • Betrayal

    Betrayal

    Baxter was named after a Puritan minister, and I am faintly amused by this memory when I hear him yowl through the bathroom door or when his claws clumsily scrabble across our faux-wood floor.  He is not quite as cute now, in the sense that his kitten-like actions are more coordinated though less graceful and less innocent.  Playful nips at our fingers now threaten to break the skin,…

  • Despair

    Despair

    “He wasn’t a big time drug dealer or anything, you know? He didn’t have anything worth taking. I knew him.”  My neighbor stopped for a moment, clearly shaken and deeply unnerved.  “Why did this happen to him?  We grew up together…” His voice faded and we sat in silence. It was twilight in summer and one of those ordinary and warm and therefore…

  • Should We Pray With Patients?

    Should We Pray With Patients?

    The patient was abruptly, unexpectedly, and neurologically devastated, leaving his family stunned and grief stricken.  There was little else for the ICU team to offer, even as we worked to do everything physiologically possible to sustain life.  It was late at night and as we stood in the room listening to beeping monitors and the…

  • Death and Resurrection

    Death and Resurrection

    He was a young man, and I could see fear in his eyes as he gripped the railings of the bed and struggled to breathe, sucking in heavily through the plastic mask feeding him oxygen. His body was wasting away from cancer, and the infections that had crept into his lungs were now forcing every…

  • Fire and Smoke

    Fire and Smoke

    There is an icebreaker question used in small groups: “If your house was on fire, what three things would you rescue?“ The sunlight began creeping down our broken blinds, making  its way into the late Sunday afternoon.  I laid on the sofa exhausted, eyelids dragging.  There was a pile of dirty laundry upstairs in my room, waiting…