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1980.09Concord, Massachusetts. I remember standing at my second grade teachers desk, helping her staple reading packets. I felt a sharp pain and looked down to see a staple embedded in the pad of my left index finger. I'd never seen anything like it, so I promptly fainted. The worst part of the experience was that the school nurse wheeled me out of school in a wheelchair, and made me ride the bus home (I was a walker). No permanent damage. |