In the tranquil solitude of a darkened Room 12 in the ICU on the sixth floor of Memorial Hospital\'s Wing C, a mortal existence is draWing to an end.
He does not believe himself to be an extraordinary man, simply an ordinary one, a man who\'s made choices, both good a.
His head and torso swathed in bandages, his arms and legs awkwardly positioned in hard casts and layers of heavy gauze, he\'s surrounded by loved ones yet unable to communicate, isolated within his own thoughts and memories.
In the tranquil solitude of a darkened Room 12 in the ICU on the sixth floor of Memorial Hospital\'s Wing C, a mortal existence is draWing to an end