If I Don't Lose Momentum

At the age of eight, Henry got a close up of the world as there were never any holds barred.

Henry's mom stood there with a knife in her hand saying what his dad would and would not do. She attacked him and he assaulted the weapon. He punched the knife. He knocked the knife into the next zip code. Did she stop? No, she got bolder. She should have gotten a clue from the glazed look in his eyes. Henry did, even though he had never seen that look; he knew something had changed.

When his dad did not obey her as he normally would have, she should have known that something had changed. She attacked him like he was the antichrist and her job was to prevent his arrival. She wanted to kill him for daring to punch the knife, for daring to resist her will.

He had the presence of mind to run for the door. She blocked the door, and with no way out and his mind racing, his dad's mind snapped.

These were the building blocks that forged Henry's psyche. These were what made him both an unstoppable force and an immovable object under the worst of circumstances.

by Harold Brown

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