Today after work I stopped at the Sam’s Club gas station for a fill-up. A really sweet older gentleman works back there, and he came out to talk to me.
“Are you working on Monday?” he asked.
I told him no, and that I wasn’t going to be working for awhile because I was starting school Monday. I had talked to him about my studies before, and a smile came across his face.
“Well I need a prescription filled, and I trust you being back there.”
I was tickled. “Really?” I asked. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel good?” I was half joking, half serious.
“Well I know that’s what you’re going to school for,” he replied.
He went on to tell me about how he needs certain meds before a procedure he’s getting next week. Apparently he’ll be out of work recovering for quite awhile.
Of all of the recent happenings that have revealed the reality of the fact that I will be a health care professional in about four years, this one hit home the most. Here is a colleague of sorts, spilling out his personal information to me and trusting me with his health-related issues.
I’m realizing that it’s time for me to really own up to my actions and to be responsible. Once I put on that white coat, people will come to me with questions, and I will be held accountable for the answers I give them.
As I went to leave, I called to Dave, “Good luck with everything!”
He turned back, pointed to me, and said, “No, good luck to you.”
