It is a dark stormy night when suddenly the phone rings. I casually answer the telephone. It
is my older sister informing me that our mother is in the hospital. She is going to need an emergency
brain transplant. It takes me just a moment to drop everything I am doing and rush to the hospital.
When I arrive I see my father and sister in the waiting room casually enjoying their conversation. I am
amazed they could have such high spirits at such a time. As I begin to confront them on this, they
inform me that this is merely a routine brain transplant. They reinforce that very few die…
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