
Live Like Freddie…The Best Advice in Business and Life
Stronger... One More Time
By Connie Meyer
The staccato, quick tap of high-heeled shoes on the linoleum floor bounced off the walls of the hall. With no other noises to compete in the darkness, the sharp sound of footsteps could be heard throughout the whole hospital wing. The person walking quickly broke the hushed quiet in Freddie Aron’s hospital room.
The special private-duty nurse, Miss Sheila, had begun her shift at midnight, and her patient, Mr. Aron, had given her his usual rundown of the day. His wife and younger daughter had been with him most of the day, as well as many friends who could finally take turns for short visits now that he had moved to a step-down unit from the ICU. And he’d spoken to his older daughter who lived 3,000 miles away...