Mike Wong and Kevin Maggliardi went on a run on a warm afternoon, when they probably should not have. Their 1.5-hour long run went well for the most part, until the end.
When Wong and Kevin finished their run, Wong was doing fine. But Kevin was experiencing difficulty breathing and a sharp pain in his chest. He lay on the ground with both hands on his chest, feeling for his heartbeat, and his shirt was pulled up to his stomach. His belly button and part of his boxers were exposed.
“Wong,” Kevin said weakly.
“Yes, Kevin?” Wong responded.
“Can you get my inhaler?”
“Sure, where is it?
“Backpack,” Kevin replied.
“I’ll look for it,” Wong said.
“I forgot to use it.”
“I’m not sure.”
Wong gave Kevin his inhaler, and once he took a few puffs, Kevin started to recover. After a few minutes, he rolled over on his left side and threw up.
“You okay, Kevin?” Wong asked.
“I’m getting there,” Kevin replied.
“Sorry about today.”
“No, I screwed up. I forgot to use my inhaler before we went on our run, and that always happens to me when I don’t.”
“It happens. I have asthma as well, and the same thing has happened to me before,” Wong stated.
“My heart was pounding so hard, that I thought it was gonna burst. Every time I felt my heartbeat, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and of course it really hurt to breathe,” Kevin remarked.
“Oh wow, that sucks.”
“Yeah, I’m glad it’s over. And throwing up sucks as well.”
“Yes, it does. Same thing happened to me a few times when I also forgot my inhaler.”
“My older brother has asthma as well, and there were also a few times where he forgot to use his inhaler.”
It was Kevin Maggliardi’s and Shanti Lee’s freshman year of high school in Rhode Island. Kevin spent an evening playing soccer with some friends. Afterwards, Shanti came over to Kevin’s house to watch some cartoons. Kevin was really sweaty and winded, but Shanti didn’t mind. After a semester of having little to no confidence in himself since he‘s very shy, he started feeling better about himself. When Kevin fell asleep, Shanti put her ear against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. His heart was a bit fast and somewhat painful sounding, but it was very steady and strong.
Kevin Maggliardi and his best friend, Jing Hao, were moving into their Cambridge, MA apartment with a couple other good friends, David Vittorio and John Harold. After seven hours of intense moving of furniture and other things, Kevin wanted some time to himself in his room. His bed was assembled, so he lay on his bed after breaking a sweat with moving. His room was dead silent, but he didn’t care. He closed his eyes and relaxed for a bit. After a few seconds, he paid so much attention to the dead silence, that he listened to his blood flowing.
Kevin Maggliardi just walked away from a car accident with only a mild concussion. He took the next week to rest as much as he could, so he could play soccer and tennis again with his friends as soon as possible. The day after the accident and he was released, he spent the whole day sleeping.
The first time he woke up was around 10 am, and he took some time to shower and then go back to sleep. He slept for another few hours on the couch in the common area and woke up to his dad turning on a TV show about the Italian mafia. He was drifting in and out until about 4 pm, when he fell back asleep until 7 pm, and his family had dinner by the TV.
The rest of the evening was a blur. He slept hard from 10 pm to 2 pm the next day, and he started to feel a little more energy coming back. But he was definitely not in the mood to doing a lot for a good week or two.
Kevin Maggliardi, Jing Hao, and Mike Wong were all sleeping in on a Saturday morning in their Cambridge, MA apartment. A few months back, they got two cats, a black and white spotted cat named Little Moo, and a tabby named Wellington. Kevin’s bedroom door was somehow slightly open, and Little Moo made its way into his room. Kevin was sleeping on his stomach, and he was sound asleep still. Little Moo rubbed its nose against Kevin’s face and started to lick it. Kevin slowly woke up to Little Moo licking his face and purring very loudly. He stayed in bed for another hour just petting Little Moo.
Kevin Maggliardi just turned 8 years old and finished an evening of playing soccer with his friends at the park. He came home to his older siblings, Sheridan, 14, Graham, 12, and Addison, 10, playing video games. Sheridan was more watching than playing. He was lying sideways on the couch. Kevin climbed on the couch and decided to lie next to his older brother, Sheridan. He wrapped his arms around his older brother and put his ear on his chest, so that he could hear his heartbeat and his breathing. Kevin fell asleep within 15 minutes, and Sheridan’s arm was wrapped around Kevin. Sheridan’s heartbeat was a bit fast, since he has asthma, but it was also very relaxing. Kevin started snoring softly, and Sheridan got Graham’s and Addison’s attention and showed them Kevin sleeping soundly.
Kevin Maggliardi and his girlfriend, Shanti Lee, spent the evening in downtown Boston and were about to head back to Cambridge to hang out with friends.
Shanti was drinking her French vanilla latte and brushed her hair behind her ears.
“Hey Kevin,” Shanti said to her boyfriend.
“Yeah?” Kevin responded.
“My family found out this evening that my sister’s pregnant.”
“Oh nice! Which one?”
“Sruthi, the middle one. Suha is with Liz.”
A few minutes later, Kevin grabbed Shanti’s hand and gently squeezed it every other few seconds. Shanti played with his watch.
“What are you doing?” Kevin asked with a coy smile.
“Playing with your watch,” Shanti replied back.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Oh, you know.”
“Checking my heart rate?” Kevin remarked.
“Yup,” Shanti said quietly with a giggle.
“I can feel my heart beating in my chest, so I can understand.”
“Your heart rate is 117, FYI.”
“Figured as much.”
Their train back to Cambridge arrived, and they sat next to each other. Shanti relaxed on Kevin’s chest so that she could hear his heart beating steadily and the intercom on the train. She closed her eyes and focused on the racket inside him.
Kevin Maggliardi and his three older siblings were at their parents’ house in Cranston, Rhode Island for Thanksgiving. At the time, Sheridan, 29, was living in Boston. Graham, 26, was living in New York. Addison, 24, was living in Chicago. And Kevin was still a student and living in Boston.
Although Sheridan and Kevin lived close to each other and are very close, they otherwise keep their lives pretty separate. Sheridan was living with a couple of his friends in Cambridge. Kevin was living in the Allston neighborhood with his friends, Jing Hao, Mike Wong, and David Rogers.
Graham and Addison were helping their parents make their traditional Italian food for Thanksgiving. Sheridan came home after getting coffee with a friend. He was walking toward the kitchen, and then Kevin quickly ran through the walkway leading to it, quickly scaring Sheridan.
“OH MY GOD!!!!” Sheridan shouted.
“BOO YA!” Kevin screamed.
“What the hell, man. My heart nearly exploded.”
“Charlie got scared. Ya dingus.”
“Don’t ever f*cking do that again,” Sheridan said, trying to catch his breath.
“You alright?” Kevin asked.
“No, of course not. I’m gonna like die over here.”
“No, it’s not that bad.”
“Still, don’t do that.”
Kevin Maggliardi and his older sister, Addison, came home from school for the day. Kevin was a sophomore, and Addison was a senior. They went to high school in Cranston, Rhode Island. Kevin had been struggling with cold and flu symptoms but ultimately decided to suck it up and go to school.
When Kevin walked through the front door of their house, he felt a sharp burning sensation and nausea in his stomach. Before, he knew it, he was kneeling on the floor, throwing up on their rug just inside the house.
His parents rushed toward him and gave him a trash bin to throw up in. Kevin was so embarrassed. His face was flushed, his heart was pounding so hard that he felt like it could burst inside his chest, and he had the worst nausea that he remenbered having.
He sat upright with his back against the door, and his arms over the trash bin. If he made any sudden movements, he would probably get sick again. His dad picked him up and carried him to the couch, so he could rest. Kevin knew he couldn’t go to school the next day. He had a fever of 102.
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