Brush with Death- this is a story of irony and my brush with death and an unlikly saviour.
I was born in a small country town in Oklahoma so intially the move to NYC was quite the shocker. I went from a 200 person class to a 2,000 person class in the matter of days. Every morning I found myself disgusted with the traffic and overall hustle and bustle of "the big city". Finally I decided I needed to experience the city.
January third is a day I will never forget. I was headed to a local cafe that I was told had the "best cup of coffee in the city". Everyone in the city drinks coffee. After taking a wrong turn and walking about 6 blocks out of my way I decided I should double back…
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