I had a tooth pulled today. They offered me headphones and gas. I said, “No, thank you. I’m not nervous. I had a great dentist as a kid.”
Bless Dr. Ryan, my childhood dentist. He was wonderful. I used to watch him work on my teeth in his
glasses. He inspired trust and
confidence. He shook your lip when he
gave you the shot . . . I had no idea there was a needle involved until I was
much older.
He had short dark hair and big dark framed
glasses. He had a gentle manner and made
me glad to be a brave girl. He set me up
for a lifetime of confidence that has rarely been misplaced.
Thank you Dr. Ryan (and thank you to my parents
for the great dental work that I’m sure was tough to afford as young parents)!
