In 1940, my oldest brother died of Polio. The last picture my parents had of him was in the Iron Lung. He had a smile on his face, because he thought that being in the Iron Lung would cure him. He had hope.
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In 1940, my oldest brother died of Polio. The last picture my parents had of him was in the Iron Lung. He had a smile on his face, because he thought that being in the Iron Lung would cure him. He had hope.
