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Monthly Archives: March 2016
Easter Sunday Emergency Patient – my own son.
My son is now fourteen years old, almost fifteen, and in ninth grade. Back in fourth grade, his class was doing a “square dance.” My son fell down, face-down on the floor. Another kid fell on top of his head, … Continue reading