The Band Aid Belief
It was one of those picturesque, gorgeous days. A welcome reprieve after the mess of rain and mist that we’d previously seen. The sun was shining brightly through the trees, and the only real sound was the wind gently rustling the leaves. And then through the quiet came a piercing scream. You know the kind. A mother’s worst nightmare. The kind that stops you dead in your tracks and sends you running in its direction. The trouble with living in…