Chapter Eight: "During his many years of civilian medicine, especially in the emergency room, he saw the aftermath of car accidents and the slow devastation of long terminal illness. He’d seen the drunken naivety of trying to assert dominance over the explosive insistence of fireworks, and the sheer absurdity of what human beings choose to put in every one of their orifices, without a much needed plan of evacuation. Including his own, he’d been present for the birth of countless children. He’d seen both despair and untold grief as well as the joy of recovery in the same sterile waiting room.
But still, after all he’d been shown, Chad was thankful he could still be shocked. As he heard his wife urging him to get up from his half eaten omelet, he was frozen in a sort of horrified silence, in awe of the scene unfolding at the next table."
Remember, there are two types of people in this world.
The Haunters and the Haunted.
Which one are you?
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