Better

I spoke at length with a lovely couple in their 70′s today.
They were missionaries living in Nigeria for 20 years but have since moved to Brisbane where they have been residing for the past 30 years.
She was a nurse, he an agriculture lecturer.
They survived a bloody civil war and managed to bring up three daughters while living in mud huts, having to draw water from a river during their time there.

It was very educational and needless to say, inspirational.

I guess when one is stuck, having to study life and human sciences all over again without getting much chance to meet with patients, it is easy to loose sight of why one chose medicine in the first place.

It is nice to have little pockets of chance meetings like this, and I guess one must also take charge of one’s own learning and experiences to carve out a path.

At the end of the day, I just want to be a better person, for myself, for everyone else.

I am not quite there yet, but, baby steps.

‘You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist’
-Indira Gandhi

On a side note, I have been obsessing over William Fitzsimmons the past few days. I have a tendency to obsess endlessly over things. Somethings are alright for obsessing over, but not all. I need to stop obsessing.

I should not have hid
where my heart can’t follow
cause this grace gets so far
and too hard to swallow
i’ve been running from Saul,
he’s been giving chase
when i look in his eyes
all i see is his face

are you still on my back
after all these years?
chasing me out of hell
and my nice veeners
i don’t know how you stand
when you’ve got no floor
or how you can breathe
with your hands on boards

i just want to be not what i am today
i just want to be better than my friends might say
i just want a small part in your passion play

do you hear when i call
in the midst of wrong?
do you hear these here words
while i sing this song?
are you caught up in me
like i heard you say?
or just some big cashier
that i’ll have to pay

July 4, 2009. Med School, Think, Thunk, Thought. Leave a comment.