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A second-grader from New Hampshire, writes to the president:
“Dear Mr. President Kennedy,
It is past my bedtime but I would sleep better if I wrote to [you] first.
You have many big things to think about all of the time and one of them is the doctor shortage.
When I grow up I plan to be a doctor like my daddy so please do not worry about the doctor shortage anymore.
By Brenda ElthonA second-grader from New Hampshire, writes to the president:
“Dear Mr. President Kennedy,
It is past my bedtime but I would sleep better if I wrote to [you] first.
You have many big things to think about all of the time and one of them is the doctor shortage.
When I grow up I plan to be a doctor like my daddy so please do not worry about the doctor shortage anymore.