You could have been professional, but you chose kindness
I still remember the mist that morning. Not because it was unusual, but because some mornings refuse to be forgotten.
I was approaching the end of my second year of surgical residency. The nervousness of my first few months had slowly given way to confidence. I could evaluate patients independently, formulate plans, and perform a growing number of procedures. I believed I was learning how to become a surgeon.
What I did …
You could have been professional, but you chose kindness
