So I called up the manager and she said she did not think that the person walking down the hall with the physical therapist was David. Poo. What does she know. I saw what I saw, and like I said, I was 90% sure. So I called the physcial therapist today and she said it was not my dad. It was the other gentleman.
I got on today and there was the same guy practically jogging down the hall. And the more I looked, the more I saw that it wasn't him.
Well, sorry group. He was all slumped over in the wheelchair contemplating his shoes yesterday. I wish it were better news, but it is what it is.
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