I Remember – #270

I remember being in hospital with heart problems.  An old aboriginal man shared my room for a time.  To each of the nurses, when they visited, he called himself an “old black man” in a booming voice, and he would laugh.  Every time.  And often he would talk to himself and speak about himself in the third person in this way.

-18 June 2015

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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