How a book can change a life
He was perhaps 13, face shadowed under his hoodie.
‘Got any spare change?’ he asked.
It was some time past 10pm in St Vincent’s emergency waiting room, where my husband was struggling to breathe with a bone caught in his throat. There were no free beds, so the doctors were attending him there, till the surgeon arrived.
I gave him a little. I didn’t have much –…
