Something about his job made him wonder about his own God-given sense. Normal people don’t climb over broken cars at accidents and run into burning buildings. They don’t pick up sawed off body parts at construction sites, rinse them off, put them in a bag of ice and speed off to the hospital where hopefully they could be reattached. Regular, everyday people don’t dodge rotor blades while pushing a patient inside a helicopter. All in all, normal people don’t do this kind of thing, and you have to be just a little bit crazy to want to.
Twenty-five at the lip











