Homeownership

It was a moment that seemed to stretch indefinitely. Within minutes, the man regained consciousness. When I offered to call emergency services, he simply shook his head. "I'd just like someone to stay here with me," he said, his voice tinged with vulnerability. As we sat together, he opened up about his estranged children and his wife, trying to navigate the wreckage left by war and the passage of time. It struck me how his identity as a Black man and Afghanistan veteran grappling with PTSD was worlds apart from mine, yet…