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It was a day like any other workday.
I woke up around 6 and was messing around the house, getting ready . . . and the phone rings.
“Something’s wrong with your daddy,” Mama said.
After talking to her a few seconds, I found out he was hurting in his back. I could hear him over the phone, groaning. She had already called my younger brother, Bertram, who lives up the road from them.
“I’ll call an ambulance,” I said and hung up.
After calling 911, I called her back and Bertram was there.
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