Tag Archives: smoke inhalation

It’s not really the end … (103)

Last weekend I had a housewarming party. I’ve been in my new home for over 3 months now, and while there are still a few mini-projects to finish up, the house is basically unpacked, decorated, and settled. This party was … Continue reading

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One Year Anniversary (99)

As I write this chapter, it is exactly one year since I got the call from my neighbor, while I was getting off the airplane, telling me there was a fire at my house and my son was on the … Continue reading

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Lessons learned? (55)

Some people believe that everything happens for a reason. Others think every event is purely random and meaningless. I guess my own view is somewhere between the two extremes. I tend to analyze the cause and effect of situations, over-analyze … Continue reading

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How much is health worth? (33)

On May 12, as my house was burning, my son was taken to the ER. He didn’t want to go. I’ve got to go to the airport to pick up my mom, he kept saying. But the ambulance crew insisted. … Continue reading

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What a difference a day makes (6)

It’s around 10 p.m., just 24 hours after the fire. I’ve had about 3 hours sleep total. I’m almost too tired to sleep. I’m back in the guest room at my neighbor’s house. My hosts insist I can stay as … Continue reading

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No hat, no salute zone (4)

I’m not very comfortable around hospitals. I’m not too fond of uniforms either. A military hospital is the last place I want to be. Actually, I’m uncomfortable around anything to do with the military. It’s amazing I lasted three years … Continue reading

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Snaps and snails and puppy dog tails (2)

Your son or daughter is still your child, whether at 2 or 20. My son is at that awkward, difficult, transitional stage – no longer a rebellious teen but not quite launched into independent adulthood. We are often at odds … Continue reading

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