When I joined my practice 20 years ago, I had a big pair of shoes to try
and fill. The outgoing partner was much loved by his patients and
admired by his colleagues. Nothing seemed to worry him, he was confident
and reassuring, and said the most outrageous things to his female
patients who all knew he was joshing and loved him for it. How, I
wondered, could a man have such an unworried yet caring manner?
I only learned this week from a patient that he flew a Hurricane during
the second world war. Touching the face of God* - a good preparation for
the life of a GP.
Mike
* (Thanks to Julian for introducing me to Gillespie Magee's poem.)
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Michael Leuty
Nottingham, UK
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