I can still see, in my mind's eye, exactly what I expected. An older male, probably a charter member of the "good old boys network". He would walk in the room, review my file, make his determination as to my condition, and answer only as many questions as he was forced to sit through before leaving to see the next patient.
And then, the door opened, and in walked the Doctor. I could hardly believe what I was seeing... A young man, about as far from the "old boys network" as I could imagine. He closed the door, gave my wife and I a warm smile and a firm handshake, and began to speak with us. Not "to" us, or "at" us, but truly speak with us.
Suddenly, this wasn't "one of the Deans at the Med School" or "the prolific researcher and publisher". He sat down, and asked how I was doing and what brought me there, even though he had already taken the time to review my file. He was truly the neighbor and friend that you would trust, even with your very life.
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