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Dead turtle washed up on the beach.was next to the beach area where I had left my father.When I walked around the corner of the house I sawmy father laid out on the ground and several people tendingto him. I was stunned!The beach was very hot and when my father walkedback to the street, he lost his footing while stepping over achain across as path and fell shoulder-first. I gasped when Ilooked at his shoulder; it appeared collapsed and I was worriedthat he had broken it. Four of us lifted my father andput him in my car. There is a hospital in San Francisco, HospitalGeneral Dr. Reynaldo Saucedo Y Andrade, and I droveus there. My father was in great pain and the drive was slowand difficult because the streets of San Francisco are cobblestones.But when we arrived the gods were smiling upon usas we discovered that Dr. Edgar Plantillas, an orthopedicsurgeon, was on duty. He shook my hand and told me not toworry because he would take care of my father. He had myfather’s shoulder X-rayed and the gods blessed us a secondtime. My father had no broken bones, but his shoulder wasdislocated. Dr. Plantillas said he could set the shoulder “theMexican Way” or with a general anesthetic, which he saidwas painless and preferred. But, he could not do it with a102