Evolution of a Surgeon

<p class=ql-align-center><strong>EVOLUTION OF A SURGEON</strong></p><p class=ql-align-justify>·        You're going to be very successful. And someday you are going to a faraway place a place where people speak a different language the eccentric old woman told me. It's called America.</p><p class=ql-align-justify> </p><p class=ql-align-justify>·        I saw our once-robust neighbor slowly succumb to illness because he was too poor to seek medical help. I was just a kid but I wanted to become a doctor to help people like him.</p><p> </p><p class=ql-align-justify>·        The only way you can go to medical school is through full-scholarship. I HAVE NO MONEY! my father's words challenged me.</p><p> </p><p class=ql-align-justify>·        Decades later and after performing thousands of successful surgeries I am still reminded of that particular moment that fateful day when I first experienced the loss of a patient. As a paralyzing pain and fear of failure overcame my being I felt a light touch on my shoulder. I turned and saw my senior attending physician Dr. Hadder. Understanding and kindness shone from his eyes.</p><p> </p><p class=ql-align-justify>           </p><p class=ql-align-justify>                                Don't beat yourself up Robbie he said. We do our best. But we are not God. We can't save everybody.</p><p class=ql-align-justify> </p><p class=ql-align-justify>·        When I set out to write this book I wanted it to be an inspiration to the reader to share my thoughts on what is essential in life. My journey to become the surgeon that I have always wanted to be is nothing compared to my conversion and renewal of faith: it is as insignificant as a grain of sand in the vastness of the ocean.</p><p><br></p>