A bedside vigil. A breath withheld. A doctor who never came. This Monday monologue traces the journey of a healer whose life began in silence and injustice—but whose footsteps echoed across 450 miles of prairie, carrying medicine, memory, and the weight of a people’s survival.

From a childhood shaped by grief and resilience to a legacy built on horseback and handwritten letters to Congress, this voice speaks not only of healing bodies—but of stitching together a severed history. Through wind, snow, and systemic neglect, one soul dared to ask: If not me, then who?

This is not a biography. It’s a reckoning. A love letter. A final echo.

This is Part 1 of a two-part reflection. The thread continues in The Breath Between the Worlds: Part 2 – Thursday Thread.

Credits:

Echoes in the First Person is a collective effort.

Deep thanks to Scott A. Jennings, our masterful sound mixer. Original composition by Ayla M. Charness, who shapes our sonic world as both sound designer and composer. Theme music by Soundside

Produced by Michael Washington Brown, with care and intention.

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