“I will kill you!” the man screamed.
He paced up and down the narrow room. A nurse could see me through a window on the wall. I tried to appear calm.
It was my first week as a psychiatry trainee, and I wanted to prove that I knew what I was doing. Be cool, I said. You can deal with this.
The man looked at me, studying me with narrowed eyes. “You worship elephants, don’t you?”
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One April afternoon, I thought I was going to die.
I was driving down the I 55, a few miles south of St Louis. Suddenly the car began gliding sideways, hydroplaning, spinning and turning on the freeway.
It came to a stop, perpendicular to the fast lane.
As I watched a SUV hurtle towards me, all I could think of was, “Wish I had side air-bags. Should’ve bought that BMW.”
Rather materialistic, as...