The thug was in his thirties, so not a lot older than Simon. I tried to decide who would be the best to break him, Because of their closeness in age i... seemed reasonable that Simon could empathize better with him. That made me the crazy torturer. Nobody really liked doing that kind of thing, but I knew it would washed off me much easier than the people around me.When I entered the large factory workroom, Simon had the thug tied to a chair. He had been trying to bond with him. Just to make that. I said I would probably need the next few days off. I called the hospital to see if there had been any change. There hadn't.I quickly ate my breakfast and headed to the hospital. It was a beautiful sunny day and the weather was perfect. I passed by people who were smiling and going about their daily lives. Didn't they know that a tragedy has just occurred, I wondered. How could they be so callous and unconcerned? Then I realized that they were living in their own little world, and I was living. So, I decided, instead, to wait for his comments/reaction. That evening, after the games and P.T exercises, Velu told me that because of me, he could make his father happy. I was also very happy and gave him an affectionate pat and hug. He looked into my eyes and continued, “I love you; can I ask you for the treat you promised to give me?” Quite confused & nervous, I nodded my head silently not quite sure of his request. He came near me during the recess, and with his right palm over my fleshy. " No phone," he said as she opened Coach's mouth to start CPR."In my purse in the front seat of my car," Mrs. Sanger said.Leaning into the car, Larry found the purse and opened it. He groaned. The purse was full of junk, and he couldn't see a cell phone. He dumped the contents of the purse on the front seat of the car, spreading the mess until he spotted the cell phone. He opened it, turned it on and dialed 911. When the phone started to ring, he looked toward Coach and Mrs. Sanger. She was.