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Inert as a bag of dirty laundry, Dr. Bloom tripped, then, tumbled down the carpeted stairs that led to his home's basement utility room. At least one thing they say about near death experiences is accurate; events slow down, as the brain speeds up. He carefully observed how, mid-fall, his mind glanced upon the most banal of passing subjects: had he paid his last Visa card on time; had he returned Tuesday’s phone call to his freshman daughter who was in the middle of her first, grueling year at Harvard; had he, in fact, lost the extra key to his pied-a-terre, down town? As the ninth stair dented his amazingly well-preserved, 67 year-old frame, Dr. Bloom further wondered if he had recently told his wife that he loved her above all else? Then, before he came to a dead-rest at the bottom of his stairs, he recalled all the surgeries he’d performed during a distinguished career, in which he’d left---ultimately undiscovered---one or another small sterile instrument in the patient’s unsuspecting body cavity, as he nonchalantly asked the chief nurse to finish tidying-up the loose ends of the incisions he'd made.