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Michael Sharpe looked, talked and acted like other men, but
Michael Sharpe was not a man. He could grow and age like a man, but he could
On this nightan early June evening in Bangor, MaineMichael sat quietly at a hospital bedside. He listened to the
rhythmic and familiar tone of medical monitors beeping and
clicking. Beside him, the frail form of Daniel Ridgea flesh and
blood man, a man who could and would soon dietrembled
beneath a sagging sheet.
Michael clutched the man's hand firmly. Each drip of
painkiller down Daniel's intravenous line ticked off the seconds to
his demise. Wracked with liver cancer and only one day shy of his
forty-fourth birthday, Daniel would not live through the night.
This Michael knew; this is what had called him here. Daniel
would leave behind three young children under the age of 12. He
would leave a wife of 17 years.
Michael studied Daniel's quivering eyelids that always
seemed on the verge of fluttering open. He wondered what
thoughts were in the dying man's mind. What was it like to be
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