I just got a call from my neighbor, and they're offering me a spot in their oxygen-sharing program. I'm not sure if I deserve it, but I'm going to take it. It's a start.
But as time went on, I realized that I wasn't just stealing oxygen – I was stealing a lifeline. My neighbors were using it to breathe, to live. And I was taking it away from them. a diary of an oxygen thief new
It started innocently enough. I was feeling a bit short of breath one day, and I noticed that my neighbor's oxygen tank was always full. I mean, always full. I began to wonder if they really needed it, or if they were just hoarding it like a prepper stockpiling canned goods. I just got a call from my neighbor,