It was exactly one year ago that we were hit with an ice storm. That day I walked in the snow to pick up my son from daycare, only to find he had pink-eye. I decided to carry him the three blocks to the nearby walk-in clinic. When I arrived I had trouble breathing and was feeling a tightness in my chest. My speech-delayed son kept asking over and over, “Are you okay? Are you okay?”
The receptionist took his lead and asked me if I was okay, and when I told her what I was experiencing, she quic...