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The Flawed Physician.

She stands facing a closed door.

Your door.

As her gazeย converges onto
enameled surface, she notes its
texture-ย theย evenness a comfortย to
a moment of hesitation within.

Smooth and finished–flowing
imprints mappingย the course of
fine fibersย swept over timber.

Flawless.

She makes a move to knock,
but her hand pauses,
and for a moment she wonders
whether you will find her pleasant.

Whether she will be worthy of your trust.
Whether you will believe in her.

Because she is flawed.

Like veneer upon wooden door, she
is but a polished version of herself.

As she again surveys itsย exterior,
she is let in upon a different truth–
that from underneathย the surface
the grain peeks through,ย coarse
and jagged, its valleys exposed,
blemish revealed, age betrayed.
It is but freshย lacquer upon a
damagedย interior, eroded and
frayed byย the stress of time.

Like a white coat to the skin,
it cloaksย the imperfection
andย vulnerabilityย of that
which lies beneath.

A coatย enshrouding
scars of personalย defeats–
An awareness
of critical introspectionย while
striving to exhibit confidence and certainty.
A struggle
to remain objectiveย while
craving to empathize withย you.
A hunger
to continue feelingย through perpetual
immersion into death and suffering,
whileย self-preservation casts increasingly

impenetrable layers of emotional shield.
Andย aย fear
of not doing enough,ย while similarly
recognizingย the peril of doing too much.

But as herย knuckles meet the door,
sheย is reminded of anย oath–taken
atย the dawn of this journeyโ€“
an oath of compassion,ย of
integrity,ย ofย humility–

an oath to do no harm.

So as she enters
your room,

she smiles–
for she never forgot its
concluding admonition:

That oneย would neverย lose the joyย ofย helping others.

Thereforeย as an imperfect human being,
she will do herย best to ease your suffering,
treat your illness, be your advocate–
Not because it is herย obligation,
but because this is herย love–

To help herย fellow man.

To care for you.

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โ€œโ€ฆmay I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.โ€

-Oath of Hippocrates

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  1. As you provide solace
    To those in need of your touch,
    A gift to you
    Echoing the gradations
    Of light and dark

    Magnificently assembled
    To allow your art
    Of caring to bring
    Hope to those fallen apart.

    Your strength and vulnerability
    Sets you apart.
    In your eyes
    Behind the voice
    The ancient spark
    Glowing in a knowing

    You have reached in
    Your own evolving.
    What joy to share
    Because you really do care!

    Atul Ranchod

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