A few days ago, I went by the hospital to visit with a close friend, whose mother was ailing something terrible.
That particular hospital has grown into quite a monstrosity since I was born there when it was a small three-story square hospital. I cost $96 and still have the receipt – paid in full – and the little identification band from my tiny wrist.
That was costly to...
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