What chess taught me about clinical reasoning and humanism
I first learned to respect silence over a chessboard. Two players sit across from one another, the clock ticking audibly, 64 squares holding more possibility than certainty. You arrive, survey the position, and wait. You gather information, recall principles, recognize patterns, and only then commit, knowing that every decision constrains the future in ways you cannot fully predict.
Now, as a third-year medical student on clinical rotations, I find myself standing …
What chess taught me about clinical reasoning and humanism
