A revolving door of confusion; A curse of the mind. What was once madness
that flung logic and hope away from grasping hands at every teased procurement,
seemingly dripped away with the winds atop the Sawtooth Mountain Range. A gift
of awakening had presented itself through blurry eyes as emotions once thought
long forgotten, flooded back into being, restoring harmony to his mind and
identity to his soul once again. This is who we are...

I met Wren Murray after his days as a warfighter had ultimately come to an
end due to injuries sustained during combat operations overseas. Mr. Murray had
been referred to us from an old team member of his who had also undergone
hyperbaric oxygen therapy treatments. And so, Wren drove north towards the
mountains with a raised eyebrow.

Oddly enough when he arrived for his series of 40 treatments our schedule
was clear. We had maybe, one or two random civilian walk ins during the middle
of the day but not enough to keep me around financially. So, I figured I’d show
him what real ski town living was about. I dove Mr. Murray twice a day; morning
and afternoon per his treatment plan which left us six hours in between too simply
hang out. I led him out into the wild flyfishing every day, introduced him into
all local circles as well as played music at my place. Wren and I had come to
realize very quickly that we were damn near the same person, just different
paths through life. It really is hard to explain the connection that was made
and how we moved on from there.

Wren understood my level of professionalism within the realm of diving and
knowledge of systems, so what normally happens to individuals when encapsulated
in giant dive chambers didn’t exist in his mind. I could see he was incredibly
strong considering his military career, but the nerves of most veterans being
seen for HBOT are already on edge. He simply felt safe in my care. Call it
fate, call it karma, call it destiny that he was there during that specific
down period that allowed us time to ourselves. And yes, In my own way I was just
as lost as he was. Mountain towns get smaller by the day and all I could think
about was a breath of fresh air. There he was.

We talked and laughed about everything from our backgrounds, adventures, to
my experiences with HBOT related outcomes in connection to vets. I could already
see just from a handful of dives that his body and mind were on the mend and
reassured him that certain aspects of his emotionality or cognitive functioning
could come back online randomly throughout the remainder of his stay. And they
sure did. By the end of his 40th treatment, Mr. Murray was that man
standing strong with the peaks of the Sawtooth National Forest, and those tears
were deep and true from his soul, as it had been switched back on.

Since that first meeting, Mr. Murray came back for another 40 sessions. He
couldn’t get enough. We remained in close contact moving forward and kept discussing
how something of this power was not in regular use for the rest of our brothers
and sisters. This was unacceptable for me already, but Wren wasn’t willing to
sit idle a single day longer without throwing his name in the game. So here we are in beautiful Utah to put forth this massive project into full swing. One brain and smile at a time we will help change this world for the better.