Though I had a less than comfortable childhood, I did not know what I missed in nurturing until I played football at around age 10. The coach, a big burly man, with a voice as huge as his girth, put his hand on my shoulder as he explained something to the team.
I have never been able to explain the feeling that went through me that day, that moment, like a …
The art of medicine and the power of human touch
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