My husband, Bob and I decided it was time to do something about our teeth. In our 40s, we'd been putting off dental care for too long. Finally we took out the phone book and chose Dr. Doug. We saw him frequently. About three months after our first appointment, Bob died of a massive stroke. At the funeral, I was touched to see Dr. Doug. "Connie, I want to finish your treatment for free," he said at my next appointment. "I asked God how could I best help you, and his answer was, `Do what you do best!'" So Dr. Doug help me smile again in more ways than one.

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