Carina Block was working an overnight shift in the U.S. Navy base in Japan, guiding jet pilots through thunderstorms, when her husband called. She could sense the fear in Michael’s sobs: Their 4-month-old daughter, Madison, had gone limp as he rolled around with her on their bed. Her eyes had rolled back and her tiny body had begun to convulse. Block dashed home, then drove her husband and daughter to the hospital, trembling as she ran red lights in pounding rain.
“I sort of jumped into action,” she said. “Michael is a very big tough guy, but at heart he’s this big softy. I knew from his voice on the phone that he was crumbling. I knew that between the two of us, I had to show up and be the coherent one to navigate what was about to take place.”