Monthly Archives: February 2015

The Guide for Their Graduation Trip Turned Out to be the Wolf Who Was Filming Them without Their Consent

A VERY bad example here, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

A tour guide, Yang utilized the chance that he was leading a group of students who graduated, set up cameras in the hotel showers and bathrooms on the trains, to secretly film the footages of the teachers and students without their knowledge or consent, afterwards, when he was found, he’d deleted the files on his computer, but the D.A. still managed to get the files of eighty-seven shots back, there were at least five hundred kids and teachers who were victims, from at least twenty-four schools, and the victims include kids in the elementary years as well.

The Hsinbei District Court gave him one crime one punishment, and found him guilty for obstructions of secret, gave him five years six months jail sentence, that he could pay a fine and not serve any hard time, but if he paid the fines, he would have to pay over two million dollars worth of it.

The courts investigated, that Yang (age 33) the tour guide, was a freelance, had been selected by multiple travel agencies, to lead the student groups.  Last year on July seventh, Yang took a certain business technical high school’s salon department to Taichung, Kaohsiung, and the beaches in Kenting for their graduation trip, a female student, while she was taking a shower in the hotel in Kaohsiung, shockingly discovered that there was a needle cam, with memory card, she’d immediately told her instructor.

The school immediately checked into the matter, and found that there was another room, with the needle cam installed too, so they’d contacted Yang, but Yang refused to meet up with them.  After reviewing the surveillance footage of the hotel, the school realized, that Yang took the time when the students went out to dine, and went into their suites, and the school started suspecting, that Yang was the one who’d installed the cameras, and called the police, Yang also admitted, that he was taping them without their consents.

The detectives took Yang’s USB and laptop into custody, but they’d not discovered any footages, and believed, that Yang must’ve deleted the files after he was discovered.

After taking the laptop into the computer department of the police stations, they were able to get the deleted files back again, and found that Yang took a total of eighty-seven segments of the teachers and students using the restrooms, showering, and changing.

The detectives also found, that since 2011, when Yang took the graduation groups to the mid-southern parts or in Hualien, Pingdong regions, he’d often used the excuse of keeping an eye on the keys of the students’ and instructors’, to use the time that they’re out dining, to get into their bathrooms, to install the spy cams, and he’d even install the cameras in the restrooms on the trains, to tape down footages of them, using the bathrooms.

Yeah, this, is how bad it got, and, this time, the wolf was one of the “professionals”, he’d only POSED as a tour guide, and, he was able to take advantage of so many people without their ever knowing that he was secretly filming them too, that still just shows, that wolves are all around you, and, sometimes, because they’d masked themselves up so well, you can’t even tell it’s them.

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Seeing Shadows of My Father at a Famous Person’s Old Home

Love for one’s father, translated…

When my father was younger and was attending medical school, he’d once lived in the northeast for almost a decade, back then, the former director of the legislative office, Yun-Shuen Sun was going to Harbin for college, and because of this, my father said, that, they’re, of the same origins, seeing anything report on Director Sun, he’d proudly exclaimed, that being born in the Northeast is what sets you apart.  And he’d often exclaimed how he’d gone from a student, to running the legislative branch of the country, that he’s very righteous and very able-bodied too, so, when I was younger, I’d gotten to known Director Sun very well.

I’d learned, that the late home of Director Sun was opened, I’d found a weekend, and gone, to see it myself.  The moment I walked in, I saw Director Sun’s photograph, with him, sitting up straight at the patch of grass in the yard, it’d attracted my attention for quite a long time, that, was an all-too-familiar look, too personable, it’s, as if, he were actually, really there.

There was the notes of Director Sun, detailing everything, with Russian side notes.  Back then, as I just got into the university, my father took out his cherished notes from years ago, taught me how to take down the key points of the lectures.  The same notes were, written very well, with the German annotations, he and Director Sun’s hard working mannerisms in school is comparable all right.  The huge briefcase that Director Sun used, it’d reminded me of the black medical supply case that my father carried with him everywhere he went, with the entire set of medical equipments, and whenever someone needed a house call, he’d gone out with it.  My father treated all his patients as if they were his family members, during his mealtime, his afternoon resting hours, even in the middle of the nights, if someone needed his services, he’d gone to answer their calls, worked hard at his post, until he fell ill.

There was a photograph of the director’s mother’s portrait in his suite, he fulfilled his filial piety toward her, after his mother passed, he’d still gone to say good morning and good evening to the photograph of his own mother, this made me remember how much care went into my father, taking care of my own grandmother.  My grandmother had a total of three strokes, and my father took care of her on his own, without the assistance from anybody else.  As my grandmother passed, I still couldn’t forget how my father looked so sorrowful, as he held on to her body.  The two of them were both, fitting sons.

As I’d walked out of the last place that former Director Sun lived, I’d stared at the photograph hung outside, with him, smiling, with a persistence, and, in a blur, I started seeing my own father, smiling, in the icy winds, the fragments of memories I had of my father came one by one.

And so, visiting this place had triggered this person’s memories of her own father, because, there were so many similarities between the director and the narrator’s father, and, that, is how going some place that you least expect, can rouse up the memories of someone for you.

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She Saw Hope, at the Turn of the Corner

The growth of a woman, translated…

It was already, past ten, as I passed through Jiao-Jiao’s breakfast shop, saw that there were still, a couple of guests, dining there, I’m truly happy for her.

A decade ago, her husband who worked for a private sector company, because he was laid off, started getting depressed, and after six months worth of hunting for another job, he was unsuccessful.  Seeing how the life of the family of three was about to not make it, he’d become depressed, and started trying to drink away his sorrows.  Later on, on a stormy night, he’d died in a car crash.

Toward this sort of situation, Jiao-Jiao started crying endlessly, thought that her son was not yet five, and, she didn’t have a skill or savings, how is she to raise her son up?  And, every time she’d thought about her own predicaments, started losing sleep every single night, one day, as she was strolling the streets with her son, she saw a breakfast shop, just opening up for business.  It looked like the female owner was a foreigner, with a young child on her back, working hard, to make soy milk, and that scene, it’d given her hope.

She stood outside the shop, looked in, for a very long time, and thought to herself, if she can do it, why not me?  And so, she’d wiped her own tears away, took her son’s hand, and, as they walked back home, she’d hummed the songs.

She’d told the landlady, that she’d taken some breakfast making classes at the community college, she’s confident, that she’s able to make the regular breakfast foods, that she’d wanted to open up a shop, hoped, that the landlady could help her find a spot, so she could get some extra earnings, and could take care of her child at the same time.

In the hard working manners of the landlady, she quickly found a spot that used to be a parking spot, with a roof, a place where she could place a cart, and a few chairs and tables.  The owner of the space took pity on her situation, loaned her fifty thousand dollars to set up shop, and made some flyers, so everybody can know about this small shop.

And so, Jiao-Jiao started owning and operating her breakfast shop, she’d worked hard every single day, providing for her guests, the best kind of customer service, and the freshest of foods, so the guests, can begin their days fresh, on a good note.

She’s not only a great cook, she’d also placed her own collection of books into the shop, so the guests can read and hold conversations as they’d dined; and, the guests could also bring their own private collection of books to share with each other.  And, she’d managed, to operate her shop like it was a big family, and so, her business was going quite well.

Seeing how Jiao-Jiao had overcome her difficulties from a hard situation, and now, stability had returned to the mother and son, and her middle-school aged son I studious, well-behaved and well-rounded, I’m truly happy for her.

And so, this, is a story, of overcoming obstacles, the woman lost her husband, and had to start all over on her own again, but, she’d kept her eyes on the prize, moving on, and, she’d found something to work towards, and, managed, to run this small shop well, and that takes more than strength, it also takes determination too!

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A Husband Who Heads Out, Late in the Night

What’s he been up to, why must he go out so late???  Translated…

On a cold winter’s night, after I’d gotten the kids settled in bed, I’d curled up into the quilts early, and, I’d mumbled to myself, “Kept coughing nonstop, I’m already hoarse.  I have to talk all day long tomorrow, don’t know if my throat will manage?” with my half-in-a-daze, half-awake mind, I’d tossed, and turned in bed, in a daze, I’d heard the front gates clacking.

“It’s eleven o’clock already, and my husband’s still heading out?”, my imagination started running wild and uncontrolled, “could he be, meeting another woman?”  “could it be, that he’d gotten annoyed with the kids arguing, that he felt the need for air?” “it’s cold now, will he get a cold?”, my thoughts tangled up my head, I’d decided, to get up and see for myself.  The car’s still here, then, he must’ve gone on foot?  Or, is there someone, picking him up?  I’d allowed my imaginations to get the better of me.  In the end, I’d decided, to “stalk” him, using the phones.  I’d dialed him up EIGHT time, and still, NO answer, I’d become even more worried now, went to the garage, the motorcycle was gone, then, he must’ve rode it out then?  “Where the HELL did my husband go?”, my heart went to midair, and all the muscles on my body tensed, I couldn’t help, but dial him up once more, this time, it was ringing.

“Honey, where are you?”

“Out to buy something.”

“It’s this late, what would you need to buy?”

“Okay, okay, I’m heading home now.”

After knowing where he was, I’d fell much relieved.  Not long thereafter, the steel door outside sounded again, my husband’s footsteps slowly, shuffled toward the bedroom, from the living room.  He’d opened the door, saw that I was still awake, and said, “ran to two separate pharmacies, they’re all closed, and after I’d looked online, and I’d discovered that they have throat candies at the super convenience stores.”

On the winter’s night, when the wind was so icy cold, and my husband rode out, just to buy me some throat candy, so I can pass through my next day’s work without any difficulties.  I’d told him in a light voice, “thanks”, and, the warmth surged to my heart, and chased away the coldness of the winter night, I’d wanted to hug him hard, but, because I have a cold, I couldn’t.

We can’t predict the futures, and, I just wanted to, cherish, the happiness at hand, I’m so grateful, toward my husband, for cherishing me so.

So, it was, all in your head, and the reason why he rode out this late, was because he wanted to help you out, to help you stop coughing, and, it’s his thoughts that touched you, and, whether or not the medicine worked, it wouldn’t matter now, would it?  Of course not, and this just shows, that acts of kindness, of appreciation is still, better shown, than said.

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The Rains of Childhood, Won’t Stop Pouring Down, Two Poems

Could it be memories, maybe, maybe not, translated…


The rains of childhood is about to cease

Waiting until you’re finally asleep

It too, had stopped

The child changed into her/his days with her/his sleep

And, the rains of her/his childhood, changed her/his days as well

After the child fell asleep, then, the rain ceased

The night listened to the words in the child’s sleep

The child says s/he isn’t tired yet

Let’s just halt there then

Because the rains through the childhood years won’t cease

After the child wakes, it’s still the same day over again

Keep, running, continuously in the rain

So long as the child is awake

The rain couldn’t change the days for her/him

And, the child never ages

And, as the rains of the childhood years were about to stop

The child still stayed wide awake

So, the rains of the childhood keeps on pouring down

So, this, is how you get STUCK, in the childhood, because childhood is mostly filled with a TON of pain, and the rain here symbolized the sorrows one’s been put through, and, the child’s unwillingness to sleep symbolized how the child on the inside is unwilling to let her/his past stay in the past, and, the child is still a state of mind, because s/he refuse to grow up and out, and see the pains s/he’d been put through as something that made her/his mature.


Met the elephant at the train stations

He was, carrying the dead corpse of his own child

The adult elephant cut off its own tail

The adult elephant cut off its ears

The baby elephant is already dead

The baby elephant was, almost dead

Adult elephant, oh adult elephant

Do give me the dead baby elephant

Where I grew up

There is still, a gentle plain

There’s a short train track lain atop of it

As the trains slowly pulled into the station

The train had come to the end of its journey

Just allow me and the baby elephant alight here then

The baby elephant almost died

But there’s still a small piece of gentle and mild plain

Wait until the baby elephant grows older

And becomes an adult too

It’d come to know

That this gentle and mild plain that it’d grown up on

Was, once, dyed red

The rains of childhood is red

So are the tears of the baby elephant

He’s already dead

It’d drenched the elderly and the young

To open up an umbrella to protect the dead corpse of the baby elephant

Turns out, that this gentle plain

Is a graveyard for elephants

The trains still stalled

And the rains of childhood, still, poured down hard

This just shows the impact of the childhood years, NO matter how old you are right now, you can never get rid of what happened to you in your childhood years, and this poem showed JUST that, and, apparently, the adult elephant here still hadn’t grieved completely and properly for the baby elephant within her/himself, and, until the adult grieves for the child on the inside, s/he will always, be living under the storm clouds…

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Another Unarmed Man Got Shot by the Police…

Another Unarmed, Minority Man Got Shot by the Police…

Call it another case like Ferguson if you will, and, this will still, keep repeating itself, until the world E-N-D-S, from, written by E.M. Johnson, edited by: C. Johnston, E. Beech…

Police officers who fatally shot a Mexican farm worker in Washington state after he pelted them with rocks fired 17 shots at the man, striking him five or six times, police said on Wednesday, in an incident that has fueled protests.

Antonio Zambrano-Montes, 35, an unemployed orchard worker from Mexico’s Michoacan state, was killed earlier this month in Pasco, a city of 68,000 residents in Washington state’s agricultural heartland, in a shooting captured on video.

His death sparked protests by demonstrators who accused Pasco police of overly aggressive tactics in dealing with the Hispanic community and who likened the shooting to two high-profile police killings of unarmed black men in Ferguson, Missouri, and in New York City.

Police said that officers responding to a report of a man throwing rocks at passing cars shot Zambrano-Montes after he began pelting them with rocks and ignored commands to surrender. They said a stun gun had also failed to subdue him.

Kennewick Police Sergeant Ken Lattin, a spokesman for a special unit investigating the case, told reporters on Wednesday that all three of the officers involved in the incident had fired their weapons.

“Did he have some sort of injury? Did he have some mental health situations that he was dealing with in the days and hours (before the incident)? Or was he under the influence of drugs? We need to know,” Lattin said.

A video of the incident uploaded to the Internet shows Zambrano-Montes running from officers and then briefly turning and raising his arm before he was killed. Police did not say where on his body was struck, but they did say he was not shot in the back.

Lattin said a rock was found next to Zambrano-Montes’ body. He was not armed with a gun or knife. Two of the officers were struck with rocks and treated at the scene.

Rights groups have urged the U.S. Justice Department to launch an investigation into the incident, which the Mexican government has condemned as a disproportionate use of lethal force. A lawyer for the man’s family has said his constitutional rights were violated.

The three officers involved in the incident, including one who is Hispanic, were placed on administrative leave pending an internal probe.

So, you still think that the world had improved, and changed that much???  Think AGAIN!!!  Because this kind of situation had happened, so many times already, and yet, civilization still NEVER learn, why IS that???  Why must we try to fit one another into those small, cubic boxes of race, gender, nationality, etc., etc., etc.???

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There’s More to Life Than Making the Perfect Scores

More important than making the grades here, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

Every year after the college entrance exams, “making the perfect score” became the sorrows and beauties for every test taker and their parents.  There were last year high schoolers, who, other than sleeping, just hit the books nonstop, and they didn’t even have the time, for their favorite workouts.  And, there are doctors who’d hired private coaches at the price of $60,000~$70,000N.T., in hopes, that their child will make the perfect scores in every subject.

This tightening curse of making the perfect score had caused the parents to waste a ton of money, as well as the youthfulness of the children too.

After the grades were received, whether if the kids were sent off to school happily or unhappily, but, the truth before our eyes is this: the fact that we’re having less children had caused the operations of colleges and universities to suffer, and, there’s an imbalance of supply and demand for higher ed by the year.

The trend of having less children had hit Japan earlier than it’d hit Taiwan, and there’s the way of “If the students and the colleges agreed, then, admissions shall be given”, as the standard for entering into college.  In actually, in the future not too far off, as long as the students know how to fill out the application forms, then, they would be, admitted into public universities without troubles at all.

Then, let’s move a few year ahead from college, even if you were able to get into the schools of your choice and managed to graduate without delay, then what?  The workforce in Taiwan had been low wages and long hours for a very long time, and, the more you put into work, doesn’t give you the equal amounts of rewards; the college graduates, earning $22K by the month had become the norm.  Is this, the life of someone who’d made perfect testing scores?

More importantly, there’s a endless pursuit of the small things that made people happy in recent years, and, nobody dares venture outside of one’s comfort zones, comparing ourselves to the rest of Asia, even internationally, where, is the competitive edge?

And so, the pursuit of making perfect scores is still???  Diddily SQUAT, because you’re making these test takers who have ABSOLUTELY NO sense of what the reality of thing is today, and, that is just, not going to end well here at all.

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A Sunny Boy Set Himself on Fire, the Father Was Impacted, “I Don’t Even Know What Was Going on in My Own Son’s Mind”, What Set This Off Was His Father Telling Him to Go to Bed Earlier

The last straw finally broke this camel’s back, I suppose, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

A fourth-year student from Chien-Kuo Technical University, Shue was found to have used gasoline, to burn himself alive, the father stated, that two nights ago, his son was playing online games, and he’d nagged him a bit, he couldn’t believe, that his son had killed himself, “I really wanted to know what kind of world he lives in inside.”

Shue’s primary instructor said, that Shue had managed to keep the top three grades in his class, and earned scholarships every semester, and that in April, he was due to turn in the graduation projects, “Dr. Nano”, an gaming app for the cell phones; and that in order to write a better program, he needed to examine other people’s work, that during the winter vacations he’d played video games nonstop, was supposed to help him make his own final project better, that he wasn’t, lured into the gaming world.

School started yesterday, the fourth year student, Shue didn’t show up for class, the instructor felt that it was quite odd, not long thereafter, Shue’s younger cousin came to the school, and told, “my cousin had died, he won’t come to class again.” The instructor was shocked, and asked, “are you telling me the truth?”

Shue lived with his parents in Taoyuan, early yesterday morning, Shue’s father found the son missing, and notified the police, and went out looking for him with his wife; at around 6:30 in the morning, in the workers’ shack opposite from where they lived, he’d found his son, dead, with a can of gas right by him, the mother passed out and was taken to the hospitals right away.

Shue’s father said, that they lived up in the mountains, where it was not easy, to get gas, and so the family would keep two kegs handy.  He said, that his son started getting drawn into computer games since he was in high school, and late last night, he was still logged on, and the family nagged him a bit, to go to bed early, and, in the middle of the night, the son went out, that the next time they’d found him, he was, already dead.

“We’d given him the best in everything.”  Shue’s father stated, that his son was the only male, whom everybody loved, and since he was old enough, they’d never used corporal punishments on him; but his son is introverted, and the family didn’t know what he was thinking, that it’s hard to believe, that because he got nagged, and killed himself, he hoped to get to know his son’s contacts outside the home online.

The primary instructor said, Shue and his four classmates had worked together on the designs of their final project, “Dr. Nano”, two days ago, Shue was just discussing the matter on the class’s Facebook pages, and promised to finish his part soon.

“Shue is a sunny boy”, the department head said, that for his eight o’clock classes, he’d always shown up early, went to the office to get the classroom key, and always wears a smile; he couldn’t understand, how he could’ve taken his own life in such an outrageous manner.

Let me take a WHACK at that!!!  Perhaps, the son felt that the father just nagged him, and, he simply didn’t feel like explaining to his father about WHY he was playing those online games, and, this must’ve occurred, long before this young man’s suicide, because these sort of things happen, as the end result, and, it’s usually, not caused by any single event, it’s usually an accumulation of things, and, his father’s nagging had finally, made him cracked.

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Penning Down the Lyrics, Writing the Music, Writing the Novels, He Was Able to Find Rebirth in Prison

Turning his life around here, from the Newspapers, translated…

A man, Chang, was jailed because of drug possessions, in the prison systems, he’d learned to play the electric guitar, and managed to write songs about love, about the relationships of him and his families, as well as stories of his drug use, turned them into songs, and, sang his original work, “My Father”, through the windows to his own mother, both were crying at the moment; he’d written over a hundred verses, and, his novels had won him the third-place prize, and he would be, making good on his promise to become a brand new man again.

The thirty-year-old Chang stated, that in the past, he’d gotten drawn into the temporary bliss that illegal substances gave him, and, it’d made his loving parents give up on him, until he’d received the notice to serve his time in jail, did he realize, that his life had gone awry.

The moment before he was about to serve time, his father died of illness, before he had the chance to repent, before he could beg for his father’s forgiveness, he was overwhelmed with guilt, the first six months of his time served, nobody visited him, he felt, that his mother, was determined, to give up on him as her son.  In order to show, that he’s a changed man, he’d written a letter by the week to his mother, and the over thirty letters had, finally, moved his mother.

“In my heart, the luckiest thing is your taking care of me, if I’m not kind to you, I will definitely regret it later on, my dearest father, how old are you now…”, this song called, “My Aging Father”, was written in dedication to his own father, at the end of last year when his mother visited him, he’d sang it a capella to her, it’d touched his mother.

Chang said, that he’d started playing the electric guitar in prison, it’d allowed him to write the music to fit with the lyrics he’d already written, “The Signals of the Street Corner”, “The Youthful Rebellion”, in the two years’ time, he’d written out over a hundred songs in Taiwanese and Chinese, not only are his songs dedicated to his families, he’d also written about how loving others feel.

Last year, he’d won the third-prize of novel writing with his “A Gram’s Worth of Bliss”, and for now, Chang used his free time at dusk, to create freely, and is now, the author of four completed novels, and, after his release, he would work towards his goals in music and novel writing.

And so, this man had found his salvation through his own writing, and, his father’s death probably played a huge impact on him, turning over a new leaf, because, he’d realized, that while he was in jail, his father had died, and, that left a regret, that nothing can ever fill, which became the drive for him, to turn his own life around.

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Late Night in the Pediatric Ward

In the workforce, translated…

The shifts are crazy for resident doctors, after a day’s work, you can’t go home yet, in the evenings, you must stay put at the hospital, for the evening shifts.  After you’re done with the night shifts, you still can’t get home yet, the very next day, you’d have a packed schedule again.  If people know, that this, was what was going on in the white towers, I’m sure, that there would not be that many who wanted to become doctors.

One evening, I’d had to stay at the hospital again, and, there would be constant calls from the nurses’ station, “Doctor on duty, the patient of certain beds aren’t feeling well, come take a look.”

And the most annoying being, “Doctor on duty, the patient of a certain bed is complaining of insomnia, can you check up on her/him right now?”, put on the robes, walked out of the “Doctor on Duty” office, seeing the patients who are having sleep difficulties, and, I no longer feel sleepy anymore.

Took the time to head outside this giant white tower, to get me a cup of hot coffee, on this icy cold winter’s night, there would be rarely those who come to see the doctors.  But unfortunately, it didn’t work as I wished, as the evening got later, the patients came in one by one, and, there were many newborns, who’d chosen, to come to the world on this particular night.

Dragging along my tired body back to the “Doctor On Call Room”, worked hard, to mask up my poker face that was from being waken up in my sleep.  There was a pair of mother and daughter who came to the pediatric department, the daughter had some seafood for supper, and developed a rash on her face.  I’d held down my impatience, and, routinely, inquired her about the medical histories, the family tree, “So, what birth position is her father?”

“Daddy died.”

“Her father passed!”, the young mother spoke with this heaviness on her breath, and, her words froze the cold, night air.  I started panicking, as if I’d rammed into the landmines, asked again, “How did it happen?”, this time, the little girl with rash on her face said sorrowfully, “daddy fell ill, and became an angel!”, she started tearing up, and, her dark eyes became even brighter, with her red face.  I’d taken a peek at her mother close by, she too, had tears, circling in her eyes.

Late night in the pediatric ward, this single mother and her daughter became my teacher, taught me, to always keep a patient mind, as well as a heart of compassion.  As I’d walked back into the doctor on duty office, I lay down on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and imagined that I must be this anxious too, if I were a young mother like her!  The most persistent, the greatest kind of love, is the mother’s love that’s for sure.

And so, this interlude with the little girl and her mother became a wake up call for this new doctor, and, I’m sure, that he’s going to take this experience, and the shocks he’d felt, the impacts on his own life, to seeing the patients in the future too.


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