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  •  My dad, back in the 50's when I was 12, had (4+ / 0-)

    his first asthma attack ever on Christmas Eve day. We didn't even know he had asthma!

    He'd eaten some nuts, which he loved, probably a nut roll pastry like his Czech mom used to make. He got this wheezing reaction and no one knew why --- what was this? He all of a sudden could not breathe. He began saying, "Jesus, Jesus...." with desperation, barely able to utter the words. And he was not a Christian, he never went to church with the rest of the family which made us even more worried for him.

    The ambulance came and off he went, got an adrenaline shot, and was home later, alive and shaken but okay! Our dad had not died! That was a happy Christmas. My parents had seven children so it would have been simply awful, not just to lose our dad but to have no income suddenly, as he had no life insurance either.

    The outcomes were (1) he carried an inhaler all the time after that, and (2) he always went to church and read the Bible, lots. But he seemed the same person as ever, fairly distant and quiet.

    "extreme concentration of income is incompatible with real democracy.... the truth is that the whole nature of our society is at stake." Paul Krugman

    by Gorette on Tue Dec 25, 2012 at 09:56:51 AM PST

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