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Jody Lin
Wen-Hsin Lin
26 de abril de 1939 - 5 de febrero de 2020
26 de abril de 1939 - 5 de febrero de 2020
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Cheryl Pruitt
I worked with Dr Lin from 1977 until he retired, he was a very patient man. He never raised his voice or belittled a nurse, if upset he would just sigh, that was worse than raising his voice at you.. Will miss him
Bill

Here's a fun picture of Dad with Mom in front of Miss Saigon in NYC
Nancy Inman
I was a nurse at Lakeview and worked with Dr Lin thru all his years at Danville. I also had him as my Doctor. He was so great! Cant express all that he taught me nor can I express how much he was missed! I remember his kids and the stories he shared, as well as his love of golf.
Bill
That Time Dad Saved My Life When I was six? Seven? I can’t recall my exact age, only that I was old enough to know better - I had found a half dollar coin and in my youthful wisdom thought it would be interesting to see how it tasted. I was thoughtfully sucking on this coin, not entirely enjoying its predictably metallic taste, when I was startled by something and swallowed, at which point the coin slid down my tongue and lodged solidly in my windpipe. I froze, shocked. I could actually feel the coin teetering inside my throat as I breathed in and out, a single gust of air away from falling further and shutting off my breathing entirely. I immediately got up and went to my parents’ room, where I could hear them watching the evening news. “Chien, chien,” I said from the doorway, pointing to my throat. As those of you who understand Chinese know, “chien” means: “Help help I’m an idiot and I swallowed a coin which is about to end my life”. As I stood there, gesticulating and croaking out that one word, Mom and Dad stared at me for a second, then Dad sprang out of bed and grabbed me, hauling me into the bathroom. He immediately flipped me upside down at an angle, Mom grabbing my legs, as he reached in with a finger into my mouth and down my throat. After fishing around for a surprisingly short amount of time, he popped the coin right out and I took a deep, shuddering breath. Mom and Dad put me down and examined me, concerned. I nodded, relieved but sheepish, suddenly afraid of the scolding I was sure to get for doing something so stupid. After a second, though, Dad went back to the bed and continued watching the evening news. Just another day in the Lin household saving his son’s life, ho hum. *:)
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