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...cardboard box of uncooked buns races away from East Broadway in Manhattan's Chinatown. His unkempt black hair flies wildly as he darts onto Henry Street, then turns, looking anxiously behind him. When he sees a policeman continue up the street, he drops the box and takes a deep breath. The cop, he explains, was after the uncooked buns. The man sells nine for $2, making on average $15 a day. He doesn't have a license to sell on the street. He does not know what a license...
...continue," the report states. "After about 20 minutes, with nasal oxygen continuing, the mask was replaced over his nose and mouth, and he again pulled the clip off the crimped tubing. In about 30 to 35 seconds he again flushed, became agitated with moderate hyperpnea ((rapid or deep breathing)); and immediately after saying "Take it off!" once again, he fell into unconsciousness. The mask was then left in place . . . Heartbeat was undetectable about 3 minutes after last breath." Kevorkian's lawyer says the report was an erroneous draft. The prosecutor declined to press murder charges...
...time it took, Mirin said, to "come 180 degrees in my attitude. I can still intellectualize why people seek out a person like Kevorkian. But I've come to understand that the lives of even the terminally ill are precious and matter, right up to the last second of breath. There is such a thing as dying with grace, dignity, compassion and support, and there are alternatives to the kind of suicide Kevorkian proposes...
...fact that both Peck men agreed should be made public. His fingers laced tightly and wearing what Scott calls "his nervous face," the colonel testified, "My son Scott is a homosexual, and I don't think there's any place for him in the military." In a single breath, he added, "I love him as much as I do any of my sons. I respect him. I think he's a fine person. But he should not serve...
Suddenly, sniper bullets spit into the dirt along the top of the trench. Down below the ridge, plum orchards in spring bloom conceal the Muslim lines. Exploding artillery shells trigger small avalanches along the rain-loosened earth walls. A young Serb slides into the trench, out of breath from his dash across a meadow of buttercups pocked by mortar craters. He has a question to ask that is important enough to risk his life. "Why does the world want to destroy us?" he wants to know. "We are victims...