As I surveyed the wreckage of my van, I thought about the fragility of our minds and how some bear burdens invisible to the rest of us. The broken glass and twisted metal were nothing compared to the shattering inside Daniel’s heart.
In the days that followed, I learned more about him, about the challenges veterans face, and how our community could support them better. My van was repaired, the cost covered by insurance, but the incident left a lasting impression on me. It became a catalyst for change, inspiring me to organize a local fundraiser for mental health services, particularly for veterans like Daniel.
Through this unexpected event, I discovered a cause worth fighting for. And while I had no idea who he was that fateful morning, Daniel became a poignant reminder of the unseen battles many face, and the collective responsibility we share to support one another in our moments of need.