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I was being wheeled down the hallway to my room after a lengthy registration period by a somewhat indifferent Catholic sister/nurse...
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I was being wheeled down the hallway to my room after a lengthy registration period by a somewhat indifferent Catholic sister/nurse...
I was standing on a pier four inches above a body of water...
After being sent to the hospital, my body felt peaceful and amazing...
I was looking down from about fifteen feet and was concerned for my buddies who were upset...
It was summertime, July 1975, I was eight years old at the time...
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As I was fighting to stay afloat in the freezing temperature of the water, I could feel the weight of my boats pulling me under...
I remember a police officer slapping me across the face, telling me to wake up...
I had gone on vacation, at the invitation of a young married couple, to Monterrey, Nuevo León, in Mexico...
I was sitting in the bathtub with my friend, it was raining outside...
I had a severe bronchitis that evening that caused severe shortness of breath...
Growing Up I was born and raised in Queens, New York, the youngest daughter in a family of five children...