Contribution By: Cheryl C. Farmer, MD
It was just abouttime when Dorothy decided to go shopping for a new .
Dorothy’s first harmonica was a gift to her as a teen from a kindlytrying to help her overcome a brutal childhood. As she was shuffled from to foster home during her difficult youth, and transferred later into mental hospitals as an agitated adult, that harmonica was her prized possession.
Her harmonica was her constant in an ever-changing world. She loved to play, and she was pretty good at it! Playing the harmonica brought Dorothy public praise and private solace.
Then one day, many years later, one of Dorothy’s doctors told her she was dying of emphysema from smoking. She just couldn’t stop smoking. So, with great sorrow, Dorothy gave away her precious harmonica to a friend and waited to die.
Several years passed. Now in her 50’s, she decided, “I’m still here, so I might as well buy a new harmonica!”
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