Trigger warning: This story speaks about the death of a child and abuse.
I was driving down the interstate, directly underneath the belly of the Life Flight helicopter carrying a baby close to death. A few minutes earlier, I had been eating a slice of greasy pepperoni pizza and staring out the glassy windows of a different hospital cafeteria.
Then, the pager went off and everything changed as I read the Cat-1 trauma alert. A chaplain...
