The Jewish Home, ER, and Mexican Jail (Part 2)

It was the message that I dreaded, but one that I knew could always be a possibility. Kris, I?m at Cerro Alto and I crashed my bike, I broke my shoulder or something and it?s really bad. Call me. <Insert frantic, scared, panicked and painful intonation.> I called him back. No answer. Bad cell service? [...]

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