Sunshine and Surgery, Boat Rides and Baptism, Mimosas and Mourning
“Here! Take this.”
She shoved a small bottle of sterile water into my hand. I wedged my way in carefully between the respiratory therapist and the nurse as I approached the table. I gently (but quickly) dripped three tiny drops of water on his forehead, saying, “I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son and the Holy Spirit.” The surgeon cont…
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