December 17, 2015

As a newborn, I didn’t breathe for my first two weeks.  Perhaps I just didn’t feel like it, I don’t really know the reason.  As a result, I was hooked up to a machine that took all the blood out of my body, oxygenated it, and then put it back in.  Thinking about it now, it’s pretty cool.  It sounds like something out of Star Trek.  It went on for a week or two.  The only real human interaction I had during that time was with my dad.  He would sit next to the contraption I was isolated in and sing to me.  Just sing.  Eventually, I came home from the hospital.  Home was filled with music.  My parents, my dad especially, wou...

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