When I first saw that Frank had gone to the doctor, my subconscious imagined a conversation that began something like "Well, Doc, I was chewing up railroad spikes and crapping roofing nails, when something stung a little bit..."
He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to show up in the ER with the sniffles.
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Thank you for your prayers. The written kindness and concern from so many has touched the heart of this stubborn and difficult farmer.
All The Best,
Frank W. James
When I first saw that Frank had gone to the doctor, my subconscious imagined a conversation that began something like "Well, Doc, I was chewing up railroad spikes and crapping roofing nails, when something stung a little bit..."
He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to show up in the ER with the sniffles.
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