This week I opened the doors to my private practice. It was ten years ago driving through the Pennsylvania back roads amidst snowy cornfields that I decided to venture down the scholastic journey that brought me to this point.
I cannot think of a better time to open my doors and begin to serve the community of which I feel so fortunate to be a part. At a time fraught with such senseless violence and cruelty, it is easy to become disenchanted, to lose sight of the value in people. The events that have been unfolding over the last weeks and months in no doubt leave one wondering what has gone amiss. For that I have no answer. Our history is full of powerful and confused humans causing unnecessary destruction. Our history is also saturated with people who, through their deeds, their writing, their music remind us of our humanity and nourish that little seedling of goodness that lies within us all. That little bit of goodness is the reason that I became a doctor.
Despite our fumbling, I decided to become a doctor because I felt an irresistible pull to support the integrity of the human race. It is my calling to help people reach a state of health- mentally, physically, and emotionally so that they can live full and abundant lives. Perhaps then we will have even more people to remind us of our humanity.
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, excerpt from A Psalm of Life