"I'm scared," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. He had just had another seizure. I work with him once a week doing an overnight shift; I'm there to make sure his oxygen machine works, that he can make it to the bathroom all right, that he can feel safe. Though he's in his late 20s, he looks about 12. He's abnormally small, weighing only about 50 pounds. He was born with many disabilities, one of which gives him breathing difficulties. Lately he seizes up at night, choking for breath, yet nothing is as bad to him as having to go to the hospital, and I can't force him to. So I am there with him as each episode hits, soothing him until it's over and then cracking the sort of jokes he likes in order to create some semblance of normalcy.... More >>>