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Dr. Robert McClelland held JFK’s
head in his hands. He massaged Oswald’s heart. Forty-five years later,
his students are still riveted by the surgeon’s tales.
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The
Day Kennedy Died
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In crumpled
white coats filled with folded papers and stethoscopes and the various
tools of the third-year medical student, they file into a cramped office.
The walls are lined with books. Andrew Jennings and Jeff Konnert sit at opposite ends of the leather couch while
Scott Paulson takes the leather chair. They face a 79-year-old man in a
crisp, bright white jacket. Dr. Robert Nelson McClelland, not a large man,
has thick glasses and tufts of white hair that match his coat. [Full Story]
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Jerry Joseph was a basketball dream: six
feet five and built like LeBron. Then the rumors
started—and suddenly the 16-year-old golden boy was more illusion
than dream.
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Blindsided
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He said he
didn't really know what day he was born. His parents were both dead before
he turned 5, he said, and he'd never celebrated a birthday in his life. But
Jerry Joseph's birth certificate read January 1, so on New Year's Day 2010,
his family gathered around him. It would be a new year, a new decade, a
celebration of Jerry's brand-new life. [Full Story]
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In the days after 9/11, a Dallas man named Mark Stroman went
on a revenge killing spree. Rais Bhuiyan survived and, a decade later, tried to stop Stroman’s execution.
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Could
You Forgive the Man Who Shot You in the Face?
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Rais Bhuiyan
is blind in one eye. His left eye is strong, intense, with perfect vision.
It will follow you through a conversation, registering even a subtle change
in posture or facial expression. But his right eye, even after years of
surgeries, will never be more than a sluggish ornament that he wears for
the sake of symmetry. It’s a symbol of what was taken from
him—of what he was left with. [Full
Story]
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For 12 days she was tortured and raped by a
former neighbor, who strung her up on a deer-skinning device. On the fourth
day, she forgave him.
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When
Lois Pearson Started Fighting Back
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Jeffrey
Maxwell told the police officers that his house was a mess. He stepped
outside and closed the door behind him. He was a big man, 6-foot-5 with
nearly 300 pounds poured over a broad frame. He had
thick, gray sideburns and greasy, disheveled hair. He smiled at the
investigators waiting for him on the small front porch. [Full Story]
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