A Little Bit More Thankful

After somehow managing to get myself placed on the surgical table, a nurse walks over with a huge syringe filled with some white liquid and pops it into my IV while smiling at me. I clearly ask what”that” was, and she looked at me as though she couldn’t hear me and said,”what?” I asked again and this time I made it about a quarter of the way through the sentence when I blacked out. Twenty something days later, I woke up… [ Editor’s Note : I had never cried when reading a Magic article before, but then again, I had never heard a tale like Richie Proffitt’s.]