How Did He Just Wake Up?
Esther Pottoore
June 2, 2017
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I hung up the phone in shock. I never felt so helpless.
My brother was lying in a deep coma in a Bronx hospital, and none of his nine siblings were in America. My parents were dead, and the closest relative was my mom’s brother who lived in Canada. He had already booked a flight to New York for the same night.
Sitting in a village in Saudi Arabia, where I worked as a community health nurse, I cried and prayed.
