James never intended to become a writer. It all just happened. He was working as a physical therapist at a Miami hospital at the outbreak of the COVID-19 pandemic and was one of the few who treated those patients from the beginning. When asked how he was able to just go into action without hesitation, he replied, “I am the son of a firefighter. That’s what you do.”

He braved through what most could not without judgment. He learned even more about people with different talents coming together to work towards a common good. He was there when no one else would be. He built a team and calmed the worry of patients, families, and staff.

However, what he did not realize was that he was under a lot more stress than he allowed himself to believe. The stress manifested into sleepless nights which he figured he could take advantage of by rummaging through his closets and pictures of his travels while listening to music in his headphones. It was the middle of the night after all, and just because he was awake, it did not mean that he had to keep everyone else up.