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Page 29~ There was a crowd of medical personnel around Amy, each attending to her frantically. And there was blood; deep-red drying streaks and splotches in her hair, on the sheets, on her restless arms… Read More

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Page 62~ I sat down alone in the quiet room next to the intensive care unit, and peered into the tin. Chocolate chip, all right. I didn’t want any. Prayer chain? I didn’t care. I didn’t give a rat’s ass about cookies… Read More

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Page 64~ One particular sermon that our pastor delivered some years ago was about our moral obligation as Christians to practice one of the basic tenets of Christian life… Read More

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Page 77~ A series of pictures of this boy flashed in my mind: of his mother dropping him off at the Taco Bell, assuring him she’d be back to pick him up at the right time; of the boy shuffling through the aisles between the tables, his head down, filling the napkin dispensers, sweeping the floor, trying to maneuver the dustpan with his twisted wrists and disabled hands, while hurried, busy, “normal” people rushed by him toward the door… Read More

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Page 89~ “What’s on your mind?” Dr. Miller asked, as we sat down face to face.
“I don’t believe in life at all cost,” I said.
“Neither do I,” Dr. Miller replied without hesitation… Read More

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Page 139~ “You mean to tell me…” I said, searching Dr. Parker’s face, but suddenly it was gone, and the whole room started to pulse and fall away, like I was being sucked backward; everything looking like a reflection in the side mirror of a car… Read More

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Page 145~ Alone with Amy in her dimly lit room, I shut off the mechanism that rocked her bed. I wanted to lie down next to her, but because of all the splints and pads and wires that were in the way, I couldn’t… Read More

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Page 150~ I wandered about the quiet courtyard for a very long time, amidst the day lilies and impatiens, until finally – finally – I lifted my eyes toward the exquisite expanse and spoke to God... Read More

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Page 186~ Will she, I asked the committee, feel part of the group, part of any group, if she’s living in a world where she can’t remember events, or remember what the question was, or remember who the person is who’s asking the question? … Read More

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