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Authors: Gene Brewer

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WHE
N
 
I
 
wa
s
 
a
 
senio
r
 
i
n
 
hig
h
 
schoo
l
 
ou
r
 
caree
r
 
counselo
r
 
advise
d
 
m
e
 
t
o
 
tak
e
 
th
e
 
on
e
 
cours
e
 
in
physic
s
ou
r
schoo
l
offered
.
I
quickly
'
learne
d
tha
t
I
ha
d
n
o
aptitud
e
fo
r
th
e
subject
,
thoug
h
th
e
 
experience
di
d
 
serv
e
 
t
o
 
increas
e
 
m
y
respec
t
 
fo
r
 
anyon
e
 
wh
o
 
coul
d
 
maste
r
 
tha
t
 
esoteri
c
 
material
,
 
amon
g
 
the
m
 
my
wife-to-be.

W
e
wer
e
next-doo
r
neighbor
s
 
fro
m
 
th
e
 
da
y
 
sh
e
 
wa
s
 
born
,
 
Kare
n
 
an
d
 
I
,
 
an
d
 
w
e
 
playe
d
 
togethe
r
 
all
th
e
time
.
 
Ever
y
mornin
g
I
woul
d
g
o
outsid
e
an
d
fin
d
he
r
i
n
th
e
 
yard
,
 
smilin
g
an
d
 
read
y
 
fo
r
 
anything
.
 
One
o
f
th
e
fondes
t
memorie
s
I
hav
e
i
s
 
o
f
 
ou
r
 
firs
t
 
da
y
 
i
n
school
,
 
o
f
 
sittin
g
 
behin
d
 
he
r
 
wher
e
 
I
 
coul
d
 
smel
l
 
her
hair
,
 
o
f
 
walkin
g
 
hom
e
 
wit
h
 
he
r
 
an
d
 
leave
s
 
burning
.
 
O
f
 
cours
e
 
w
e
 
weren'
t
 
reall
y
 
sweetheart
s
 
a
t
 
that

age-no
t
unti
l
w
e
wer
e
twelve
,
th
e
yea
r
m
y
fathe
r
died.

I
t
happene
d
i
n
th
e
middl
e
o
f
th
e
night
.
M
y
mothe
r
cam
e
an
d
go
t
m
e
 
u
p
 
becaus
e
 
sh
e
 
hoped
,
 
vainl
y
as
i
t
turne
d
out
,
tha
t
I
migh
t
b
e
abl
e
t
o
d
o
something
.
Whe
n
I
ra
n
int
o
thei
r
bedroo
m
I
foun
d
hi
m
lyin
g
o
n
 
his
back
,
naked
,
sweating
,
hi
s
pajama
s
o
n
 
th
e
 
floo
r
 
besid
e
 
th
e
 
bed
.
 
H
e
 
wa
s
 
stil
l
breathing
,
 
bu
t
 
hi
s
 
fac
e
 
was
ashen
.
I
ha
d
spen
t
enoug
h
tim
e
i
n
hi
s
offic
e
an
d
o
n
hospita
l
round
s
t
o
 
suspec
t
 
wha
t
 
ha
d
 
happene
d
 
an
d
 
to
recogniz
e
 
th
e
 
seriousnes
s
 
o
f
 
th
e
 
situation
.
 
I
f
 
h
e
 
ha
d
 
taugh
t
 
m
e
 
somethin
g
 
abou
t
 
closed-ches
t
 
massag
e
 
I
migh
t
hav
e
bee
n
abl
e
t
o
hel
p
him
,
bu
t
thi
s
wa
s
befor
e
CP
R
wa
s
generall
y
know
n
 
an
d
 
ther
e
 
wa
s
 
nothin
g
 
I
coul
d
 
d
o
 
excep
t
 
watc
h
 
hi
m
gas
p
 
hi
s
 
las
t
 
breat
h
 
an
d
 
expire
.
 
O
f
 
cours
e
 
I
 
yelle
d
 
a
t
 
m
y
 
mothe
r
 
t
o
 
cal
l
 
an
ambulance
,
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
fa
r
to
o
lat
e
b
y
th
e
tim
e
i
t
go
t
there
.
I
n
th
e
meantim
e
I
studie
d
hi
s
bod
y
wit
h
 
horrible
fascination
,
hi
s
grayin
g
hand
s
 
an
d
 
feet
,
 
hi
s
 
knobb
y
 
knees
,
 
hi
s
 
large
,
 
dar
k
 
genitalia
.
 
Mothe
r
 
cam
e
 
running
bac
k
jus
t
a
s
I
wa
s
coverin
g
hi
m
wit
h
th
e
sheet
.
Ther
e
wa
s
n
o
nee
d
t
o
tel
l
her
.
Sh
e
knew
.
Oh
,
sh
e
knew. Afterwards
,
I
foun
d
mysel
f
i
n
a
stat
e
o
f
profoun
d
shoc
k
an
d
confusion
.
No
t
becaus
e
 
I
 
love
d
 
him
,
 
but
becaus
e
I
didn't-ha
d
 
almos
t
 
wishe
d
 
hi
m
dead
,
 
i
n
fact
,
 
s
o
 
I
 
wouldn'
t
 
hav
e
 
t
o
 
becom
e
 
a
 
docto
r
 
lik
e
 
him.

Ironically
,
becaus
e
o
f
th
e
tremendou
s
'sens
e
o
f
guil
t
I
felt
,
I
vowe
d
t
o
g
o
int
o
medicin
e
anyway.

A
t
th
e
 
funeral
,
 
Karen
,
 
withou
t
 
anyon
e
 
sayin
g
 
anything
,
 
sa
t
 
besid
e
 
m
e
 
an
d
 
hel
d
 
m
y
 
hand
.
 
I
t
 
wa
s
 
as
thoug
h
sh
e
understoo
d
perfectl
y
wha
t
I
wa
s
goin
g
through
.
I
squeeze
d
her
s
too
,
hard
.
I
t
wa
s
unbelievably sof
t
an
d
warm
.
I
didn'
t
fee
l
an
y
les
s
guilty
,
bu
t
wit
h
he
r
 
han
d
 
i
n
min
e
i
t
 
seeme
d
 
a
s
 
thoug
h
 
I
 
migh
t
b
e
 
able
t
o
ge
t
throug
h
lif
e
somehow
.
An
d
I'v
e
bee
n
holdin
g
i
t
eve
r
since.

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