He operated at John Muir. He saw patients at Diablo Orthopedics. And he practiced Sports Medicine at every one of our athletic events when a player went down.
Dad would hustle on over, "Does it hurt A or B? 1 or 2?" And then pat the leg and say, "It looks okay. It'll be better in a few days."
Seriously, how cool was our dad?!
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Don't forget his other job of being a scout master.
ReplyDeleteI still remember when I was in Brazil and we watched Carl's football game. Someone got hurt, so of course Dad ran over to help, even though he couldn't talk well anymore and couldn't do medical things. It was still his instinct. I think the guy was baffled by the situation, but I was proud. I miss him.
When talking to Carl the other day, I accidentally said, "When Dad was alive..." I felt really badly about it.