I'm not sure what did it. But when he walked into a room, he owned the room. When he spoke, everyone quieted down. Maybe it was the way he carried himself. A clean pressed gray or blue suit with a silver pen clipped to the breast pocket. Every morning, he walked into an arena. He… Continue reading The Diary of a Hero’s Admirer
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Getting my MD
So maybe my view of medicine is pretty idealistic, seeing as I've been a patient since the moment I was born. Medicine saved my life, that's pretty clear. Instead of associating doctors and white coats with pain, I always associated doctors and white coats with feeling better. A lot of people have asked me, if… Continue reading Getting my MD
A Welcome from The Spastic Diplege
"Nobody knows anything about blogging. They just make it up." This is me. I am a writer, but I've never blogged before....mostly because I thought what I had to say wasn't important enough to go on the internet, or interesting enough for people to read, or blah, blah, insecurities, period. When I excitedly told my… Continue reading A Welcome from The Spastic Diplege
The Spastic Diplege 