He always had this idea of what it would look like and how he'd respond, a mental snapshot of something he never wanted to see. And then it happened.
His brother was facedown and unconscious in the mud last spring in a full grand mal seizure, his body contracting and contorting while the very air he needed was blocked by thick, rust-orange South Carolina clay and dirty water.
"I thought he was going to die," Ben Boulware says now.
It felt like forever for Boulware, running those 100 yards to the woods behind his house where his autistic brother Cameron had fallen off the four-wheeler he was riding.