He was positioned like a paintbrush used to stroke a line of blood on a Missouri street. I felt anger, saddness, then I cried at the thought that it could have been my son lying there lifeless for hours. I soon felt empowered. A sense of urgency rose in me to love more, to forgive sooner than later, to try harder to understand others, to work harder, to give more hugs, to be more creative, to teach more from my heart, to give more high fives at work, to say I love you more at home. My anger fled, it had no choice.
Santasha Quarles shares how she chooses to be creative under military guidelines. Her courage to serve our country and to stay natural is inspiring.