Edition 8 - Why are people so unkind? »
I had always wanted to become a surgeon. To save lives through action, backed by knowledge. To cut away death with a blade, so precise, that it would not know I was coming. I believed in the weapons forged from surgical grade steel.
I was not surprised, then, when I received a scholarship for my surgical elective at Saigon Hospital. I was a sterling achiever. School Captain. University President. An avid collector of titles and awards, the way others were drawn to figurines and comics.
My secret was sleeplessness. I was a …
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