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SEVENTY EIGHT: THEN AND NOW

THEN

When well-wishers rushed us to the hospital that night. Almost 12am

The sound of the gurneys almost deafen my ears, and the light from these doctors' torches is blinding me but I keep running towards the scene. It is 12 o' clock. In the midnight, I know even though I don't look at the clock ov...