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To the memory of Zachary Adamson and to all the veterans who so courageously opened their hearts and shared their incredibly personal stories of healing.
CONTENTS
Chapter 17. RIVER HOUSE PA VETERANS
Author’s Note: The Path to Healing and Post-Traumatic Growth
Programs that Take Veterans into Nature
All stories have a curious, even dangerous power. They are manifestations of truth—yours and mine. And truth is all at once the most wonderful yet terrifying thing in the world, which makes it nearly impossible to handle. It is such a great responsibility that it’s best not to tell a story at all unless you know you can do it right. You must be very careful, or without knowing it, you can change the world.
—Vera Nazarian, Dreams of the Compass Rose
PROLOGUE
THE SOFT SOUND OF FALLING rain filled the evening air, pulling our attention to the tattooed man who turned the rainstick. When the hollow cactus tube was flipped, tiny pebbles trickled down the thorns inside, making a rainlike sound, an indication to the group gathered around the campfire that the person then holding the stick had the floor. When the
