Sirens blare as the ambulance races down the street, rushing to care for a man having chest pain. With screeching tires, the ambulance shudders to a
halt, and two EMTs hop out of the rig, hustling out of the “rig” and into the house.
We watch as with fervor and urgency the medics check a pulse and blood pressure, glancing grimly at each other.
Quickly they put the patient on high flow oxygen, ask him to chew some baby aspirin, help him with his nitro, and start an IV.

As I watched, her face drew up into a scowl. You would have thought I had told her you need to eat brussel sprouts (not that there’s anything wrong with them when cooked properly.
his hands in his thinning hair, he wondered, silently, “Where did it all go?” With a week-and-a-half left in the month, there were still bills to pay and precious few dollars to pay them with. “What happened?” He asked himself again and again, blinking repeatedly – as if the shutting and re-opening of his eyes would change the numbers his downcast eyes landed on. Meanwhile, Dan’s wife, Dorothy, hovers close by uncertain how to comfort or help him.