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Saturday, September 29, 2012

A Poetic Plea

By George:

As you know, from time to time I publish content from emails I receive that I find amusing or has a message. This time I am sharing with you a poem that someone had posted as a comment on a story I read on This one is both amusing and has a message. Enjoy.

T'was the night before elections,
And all thru' the town,
Tempers were flaring
Emotions ran up and down.

I, in my bathrobe
With a cat in my lap,
Had shut off the TV,
Tired of political crap.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

The Understanding Heart.

By George:

While the events chronicled here are absolutely factual, the names of the doctors have been redacted for obvious reasons

Monday, May 7th - I looked up from my work, glanced at my watch and realized that I had ten minutes to catch my usual train home from the hospital where I work.  I quickly grabbed my stuff, put my computer to sleep, and bid my coworkers goodnight.  Since the downhill walk to the train is about 8 minutes, I was not too concerned; still I didn't saunter along, but proceeded with alacrity.

Arriving at the train station I noticed that my heart was racing, and I was puzzled because I didn't think that I was walking that fast.  The train arrived and I got on, figuring I just needed a little rest to get my heart back to normal.  I sat by the window staring at the passing scenery, feeling the unusual staccato pounding unabated in my chest. I took my pulse and it was racing at 155 beats a minute.  Having been a paramedic in my younger days, I had an idea of what was happening, but I was not ready to admit it to myself.  When I got off the train some 50 minutes later, the manic drummer was still pounding its incessant beat.