A towering 6-foot-4 combat veteran with burn scars and permanently trembling hands quietly walked into our NICU. At first glance, he seemed completely out of place. Then the abandoned premature baby in bed seven—born exposed to drugs and left to fight alone—began crying uncontrollably. The veteran slowly approached the incubator. “Is she the little one who just needs someone to stay with her?” **he asked. I hesitated. But the instant he gently lifted her into his arms, I noticed the name engraved on his military dog tag… and the entire room fell silent.
healthyadmin The towering veteran stepped closer to the incubator. “Is that the little one who needs someone to sit with her?” he asked. I hesitated. But the second he held her,…