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    That was how my life began.

1
The Accident
    T he pain was hot.
    Although I was lying faceup in the road and the rain was sweeping over me in a downpour, I no longer felt the slightest chill. It was as if electric heaters had been placed all around me. I heard myself groan, but it seemed to come from someone else. My first thought was that I was dead and this was the way a soul left its body. Any moment, I expected to be looking down at myself lying there on the road, shocked, my eyes two balls of blue glass, my mouth opened in a silent scream. Souls don’t cry, souls don’t laugh, but they can be surprised when they realize they are no longer part of their bodies.
    Cars began stopping, some nearly rear-ending the ones that had stopped already. Looking through what was to me a curtain of gauze, I could see some men directing traffic, shouting at drivers, waving off the curious. I started to move, but the pain shot so fast and sharply up the back of my leg, up my back, and into my neck that I immediatelystopped and closed my eyes. I was vaguely aware of someone beside me, holding my hand. There was a man’s voice and then a woman’s. I realized the woman was trying to get me to talk. I heard more shouting. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t open. The noise began to drift off, and then it came surfing back on the wave of sirens.
    “Mama,” I thought I finally managed to say. I wasn’t sure I had spoken. I drifted away again and then opened my eyes when I felt my body being lifted. When they began to slide me into the ambulance, I had a funny thought. I envisioned a freshly made pizza being slid into the oven. Slices of pizza were our lunch more often than not and sometimes all we had for dinner.
    I looked back and saw another ambulance.
They’re getting Mama,
I thought, and that gave me some comfort. The paramedic beside me was saying soothing things and putting a blood-pressure cuff on me. There was so much conflicting noise, mumbling voices, cars, people still shouting, that I could make little sense of anything else the paramedic was saying. Finally, the doors were closed, and I heard the siren again as we began moving.
    “Hot,” I said, and lost consciousness.
    I awoke in the hallway of the hospital emergency room. My clothing had been removed, and I was in a hospital gown. I saw what I knew to be an IV bottle and stand beside me. The tube was attached to my right arm. There was a blanket on me, but there was no doctor, nor was there a nurse tending to me. People were rushing around. No one spoke to me. Another pair of paramedics wheeled in another gurney, and I thought,
Maybe that’s Mama,
but itturned out to be an elderly man with oxygen leads in his nostrils. His eyes were wide, as wide as those of someone who saw his own impending death. They pushed him past me without even looking at me, but it frightened me.
    “Mama!” I cried. I waited, but either no one heard me or no one had time to answer. There was little I could do but lie there and wait. My arms, shoulders, legs, and neck were throbbing so much I felt I had turned into a drum. My ears were filled with the beat of my heart and the chugging of my blood through my veins.
    When I saw a nurse hurrying up the corridor, I called to her as loudly as I could. She paused, but before I could tell her anything or ask her anything, she said, “Someone will be with you soon. Be patient.”
    Don’t you mean “be a patient”?
I was the one who felt drunk now, not Mama.
    I closed my eyes and tried to remember exactly what had happened. It had all happened so quickly. Mama was rushing through the rain as if she had an appointment. I ran behind her and kept calling to her. I was only a few inches away when I heard the sound of tires squealing. Right now, I could visualize the front of an automobile but little more.
    Where was Mama now? Why had I been left in a hallway? Who had put me here? Who was looking after me? When I tried to lift my