Greg Sicilian, Materials - Olathe
I was born 3 months early and the doctors told my mom I wasn’t going to make it, that I was going to die. My mom’s response was, “No, no, no, he'll be fine…” She wasn't too worried. And maybe that’s because she had just given birth and was kind of loopy. Anyways they had my Dad hook himself up and donate a bunch of his blood and I guess it worked, I lived. I stayed in the hospital for a while afterwards. My mom stayed with me and one night she woke up out of the blue thinking, "I better go check on him." I was in an incubator. And note that this is how she told me it went. She said she randomly felt something that made her want to get up and go see. So she goes and looks through the window and sees that I’m blue. So she calls the nurse over and the nurse says, "He’s fine, he's fine." My mom was like, "No, he's blue!" so they go in and find out that a cord had fallen loose or came undone (I was hooked up to all sorts of things), so luckily they went in and fixed me. She must have had mother's intuition.
When I was in kindergarten, my dad was a teacher and they wanted someone to teach for a couple years in Japan. So my parents decided to go. We lived in Japan for a year. Kids pick up languages much easier, so we went to school there. I remember listening to audio tapes to try to learn Japanese but I think a lot of it was just interaction. When we got back, I had to do “hooked on phonics” as I’d fallen behind in reading English.