When I came home from the hospital last Tuesday — after spending four days surrounded by the noise of people and beeping machines — all I wanted was to be left alone.
A couple of friends brought me home — she drove me and he drove the car I’d taken to the emergency room — and they were generous in their sincere efforts to do anything I needed done. They offered to go get food for me and take care of anything else I needed.
I appreciated all they wanted to do, but all I wanted was for them to leave. I wanted peace and quiet. I wanted to be alone.

Money isn’t evil, but obsession with it brings out worst in us
3 years after my father’s death, happy memories getting stronger
What if we’re more talented than our inner fears allow us to admit?
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know
I’m slowly learning how to be contented as an ordinary man
Rand Paul shows you can fight the system or join it — but not both
What was I when I was a child? I’m still that same person today
For most men, ‘I’m a nice guy,’ means, ‘I’ll always be a loser’