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  • Most people are terrified of hospitals, not I. Most of my life has been spent in one, this one to be exact.

    I was born on June 10, 1978 at 10:52 PM, not here, but 30 min away. Within hours of my birth, however I found myself here. Undergoing my first open heart surgery. At the time of my birth being born with half of your heart missing the odds of survival was less than 10%.

    I of course was one of the lucky ones, who made it to adulthood. This place, this hospital is where I had my biggest victories and my biggest defeats.

    These halls are my home; I know them better than most places I have lived in my life. I constantly find myself wandering through them, going from one place to another in my pursuit to stay alive.

    My first memory is here. As I grip my mother’s hand as she guided me through the halls filled with a sea of white coats moving busily around us.

    Home is where the heart is, mine was made to work here, stopped beating several times, and brought back here.
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