Articles Archive for March 2004
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I was eight years old when my mom died. She was shot, in the face, by a very bad man and didn’t die instantly but was kept alive in the hospital for a few weeks. I was not allowed to see her; which is good because I’m traumatized enough.
I asked my grandpa if someone had to pay the hospital bill. It made sense to me that they failed. If I hired you to fix my car and you didn’t I would want my money back.
But my grandpa was a good …
