That's how all of this started for me. I was 13 years old, playing wallball at school, when I found myself on the ground, battered and bruised, with two of my teeth lying next to me.
“Quick! Get those teeth into some milk!” That was some fast thinking on my teacher’s part.
That bowl of milk saved my smile.
Since milk has just the right nutrients to keep a tooth alive while it’s AWOL, my dentist was able to reassemble my smile and make it as good as new with my real, original parts.
I was fascinated.
And that was the day it began. I’ve been a dentist at heart ever since.
