Miron’s story- One, two, three, four five….Clear! One…two…three…four…five….Clear! Come on, people, we are losing him! Come on Mr. Hauser, stay with us! Give me ten of adrenaline and intubate him! Now! Precious seconds were passing and I was like in a state of dream. I dreamed Rita; she was there holding my hand telling me not to give up. I needed to wake up, she was afraid for me. - - Great job guys, he is stable. Ok, on my count of three. One, two, three…In one move I was placed on an ER bed with a lot of tubs getting in and out of me. Later on, I was told that I was resuscitated right there on the stretcher. The best part was that I didn’t feel pain from the huge amount of morphine injected in me. I don’t even know if I have something broken? But deep inside I am conscious so that gave me the strength to hang in there and survive. This couldn’t be the end of me. I have so many more things to do here. But first I have to find out who jammed my car as I just brou
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