I came home one evening after being away for a long weekend. My eleven-year-old son was lying in his bed crying bitterly. His whole body was shaking with grief. He had had a terrible argument with his mother and was at his wits’ end. I lay down next to him in bed and asked him where in his body he felt the pain. He said in his head, throat, heart and stomach. I told him to put one hand on his stomach and one hand on his throat. He did so, and I placed one of my hands on his heart and the other on his head and hummed an old lullaby that I had used to rock him to sleep as a toddler. Within seconds, his whole body calmed down and he fell asleep. I had learned through RAIN how to deal with such a difficult situation calmly and compassionately. I will be forever grateful for that.