Inspiration

I try to appear collected as I see him approaching. But really, I feel unsure and nervous about what will happen. “Come over in here.” He says, with his usual friendly smile.

I sit down, facing him. And proceed to say all that I have to say. I try to do so without stuttering, try to speak as clearly as I can so that he gets exactly what I am saying. Finally, when I am certain I have not left anything out, I stop and look at him expectantly.

He gives me that smile again. Friendly, kind and reassuring all at the same time. Not unlike the aura that he exudes so effortlessly. “Don’t worry.” He says. And for the first time since seeing him more than an hour ago, I relax. I know I am safe.

...Thus began the most meaningful conversation I have had in a long time. He told me with honesty and clarity what he had to say. And I took in as much as I could. I openly accepted his views because I know they are spoken with only my benefit in mind. “Any questions?” he asked.

And I could not help it. I had to ask. I asked about the things I wasn’t sure of, about what I did wrong and what I can do to make it better. And I am glad I asked.

Thank you for the constructive criticism, for the advice, for your wisdom, for your time.

You encouraged and motivated me to do better. You spoke of medicine with such passion.

You inspire me to learn.