AGAINST THE ODDS
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Last published Thu, Jan 16, 2020
"Doctor is coming!" I heard a nurse announce to her colleagues, warning them to be ready for the days work. I got out of my car, checking my watch cursorily, the scar on the wrist just by the watch-strap caught my attention. suddenly, I recalled an eerie incident one lonely night in a turbulent River in the upper region of the city, an episode which nearly end my life. for a moment, I leaned on the open car door staring at the scar. I couldn't help the memories which began swirling in my mind.
As I closed the door and started walking towards the hospital entrance, it occurred to me that I had never fully reflected on my past since leaving medical school, twenty odd years before. Indeed, I was a prominent visiting specialist at the government hospital in the town, but the vicissitudes that I experienced before achieving this goal are worth recounting. The adage goes that it is better for a person to suffer before gaining from his travails, but there was certainly a stage in my life which I was convinced my miseries could never be matched by any future gain.
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