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I found out yesterday that my family doctor, Dr. Clark Ator, was killed in a plane crash Tuesday night. His loss is being felt on many levels in the community. I knew him as a kind, upbeat and intelligent doctor. He was also a bishop (Mormon equivalent of a minister) and a devoted father of seven. I've been a patient of his for five years, and my immediate family, as well as some of my extended family, also became patients, and fans, of his.
I regret not being able to get to know him better, and mostly I regret not being able to thank him for his service. He helped me get off the antibiotic bandwagon I was on, and was always willing to listen to my health concerns and look into them. He was also a gifted osteopath, who made his patients feel better walking out of the office than they did walking in.
Thank you, Dr. Ator, you will be missed; the good and inspirational life you lived will not be forgotten.
I encourage all of you to take some time this week to thank somebody you respect and admire for their help, and for being who they are.