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Life...or a reasonable facsimile thereof
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2026-01-11 06:24:17
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Life...or a reasonable facsimile thereof Life...or a reasonable facsimile thereof Tuesday, August 9, 2022 In the Beginning... I remember, vividly, the ride. The ambulance ride that took me to the hospital. The hospital where they saved my life. I remember the dark haired paramedic leaning over me. I remember the winding drive up the canyon road. I remember seeing the dark storm clouds, and I remember the sun breaking through the clouds. It’s almost like a…dream. Actually, it was a dream. It may have all happened this way, but I wouldn’t know — I was only a few hours old. But, as a young child, my mother often told me the story of the ambulance ride that I took, from LDS Hospital, in Salt Lake City, where I was born, to the hospital at the University of Utah. I heard this story so often, that, at some point, I must have recreated the events in my head, in the dreams of the night. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. There was nothing special about the day I was born. It was...
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