Sarah, The Bringer of Tea

I had extremely severe asthma when I was a child. Some of my earliest memories are of waking up in the middle of the night, unable to breathe, and being rushed to the hospital. I remember sitting in a hospital bed, breathing pure oxygen through a mask strapped to my face, studiously working on a "M.A.S.H." colouring book one of the doctors had given me. We'd usually be there past the break of dawn. We were not charged a dime.

Funny, woulda thought I'd be euthanized or something. Weird, isn't it?