Washing my hands today, I looked up into the mirror to see printed right-ways across the front of my scrub top: "Kaiser Hospital - Harbor City." Then it occurred to me: I was born in that hospital.
What are the chances that the doctor that pulled me into this world wore these very scrubs?! Extremely doubtful, for sure, but interesting to ponder. I work about a mile from where I took my first breath.
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