When I was eight years old, my mother had her first heart attack. After my...

When I was eight years old, my mother had her first heart attack. After my father brought her home from the hospital, her fat heart specialist came to see how she was doing. He visited with her for about ten minutes, and then, on his way out of the house, he grabbed my right arm, leaned his sweaty face against my cheek, and whispered in my ear, "Don't ever argue with your mother-you might kill her." I didn't know what to make of that, except that I could kill my mother if I got angry with her. The other thing he said was: "Try to make her laugh." So I tried. It was the first time I ever consciously tried to make someone laugh.

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