I had lunch with a homeless man.
But not just any man. An elderly man, a former high school teacher…and a former patient of mine at a charity clinic where I used to work. 267 more words
As I stared at the highest stack of textbooks I had ever seen in my entire academic career, I found myself asking the question that every medical student eventually asks: “Why am I doing this?” I sighed deeply, readied myself for my upcoming powerlifting training session, and cringed in anticipation of the pain that awaited me in the gym. 1,102 more words