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We were almost brother and sister— Sharing inside jokes that left others befuddled, Matched in both wits and passion for our craft… Now I barely recognize you.
.......................... the doctor intubates;the nurse begins compressions;the tecn runs for the defibrillator;chaos.
Nurse helping the sick and injured
Why do I write? Writing has become a part of my life. Through my sinister days, writing was there the day of my wake. Tragedy after tragedy, lost in a deep dark hole, writing was there, and it became my home.