“How did you get into the moving old people around business?” I asked the medical transport team.

They were the capable young people who would be moving me from the hospital where I had had hip surgery to the rehab center where I was going to recover.

They had all been students in the Pasadena City College nursing program and were about to prove to me how right they were for their jobs.

“Not too tight,” I said to one of the young men who brought a buckle around to secure me to the gurney. “I’m a bit claustrophobic.”

I could feel my heart racing as we neared the elevator.

“I hear you are a writer,” said the young man who had attached me to the gurney. “What is your favorite story that you have ever written?”

It was a stroke of genius on the young man’s part, and we were all transporte

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