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Albuquerque, NM October Dr. Mirman Hamardi made his final evening walk-through of the ward, checking all the children before he left for the night. It was a sacred duty to him, one last look at each chart and a few words to those youngsters still awake and alert. He might only be completing his residency here at the UNM Hospital, but he took his profession seriously. This was what he lived for. He seldom had the nightmares anymore. Maybe it was because he didn’t sleep that much and when he did, he had an ear open for the ring of his phone, the beep of his pager, the call that meant he was needed. If only Mama could see me now. She’d be so proud. The rest of his memories he tried to push aside, but his mother was enthroned in a place of highest honor. She sat beside the Virgin Mary, Fat