“All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.”
- excerpt from “American Gods” by Neil Gaiman.
It is 1994.
A man drives out to a field where he used to play as a child. 1/
Four months earlier he won the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography with one of the most famous, and heart-wrenching, photos ever taken: “The vulture and the little girl.”
He is a haunted man.
He is 33. 2/
Photojournalists and others are invited by the UN in Operation Lifeline Sudan to report on the conditions.
Kevin is among them. 3/
He takes photographs, as many as he can.
One day he snaps a photograph of an emaciated little girl slumped over on the road. A vulture lurks behind her.
He chases the vulture away. 4/
Eventually he returns home, and “The vulture and the little girl” ends up causing a sensation. 5/
But none of this brings relief from the vultures that still linger in his mind, haunting him.
And so he drives out, alone, to a field where he used to play as a child. 6/
He has a note with him.
It says many things.
There are some pains that override every joy. There are some sights that cannot be unseen.
He dies, on July 27th, 1994. 7/
I am visiting my maternal grandmother in California.
I don’t know it yet, but it will be the last time I will ever get to spend with her. In April of 1994, she will die from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis.
I am 12 years old, and expect everyone to live forever. 8/
But there is one I remember.
She is asking me about right and wrong. About the boundaries of obligations.
It’s weighty stuff for a kid, but it matters to her. 9/
“Of course grandma!”
“Now what if you KNOW that someone is dying, but it isn’t in front of you, it’s far away. Would you still try to help them?”
“Well grandma... I mean, I guess I would still try.” 10/
I nod, eager to go back to my video games.
Part of me wonders why she is saying all this so fervently. 11/
I’m a nephrology fellow, in the final stage of over a decade of training from pre-med to now.
A patient is leaving Against Medical Advice (AMA). They don’t have insurance. They don’t have a stable home environment to go to.
I am filled with a deep unease. 12/
They listen to me, but I notice their gaze is distant.
They’re looking over my shoulder, at something far, far away. 13/
I am getting into my car to drive home when I see the patient who left AMA walking down the street away from me.
I sit in my car and watch. 14/
I know what’s happening, and it isn’t someone else’s problem. It is mine as well.
The patient vanishes into the night.
The fog descends, and it keeps the vultures out of sight.