She is quite the remarkable young woman. She gives of herself selflessly to the needy, indeed she has dedicated herself to their lives by getting a medical degree and finding a way to practice in their neighborhood in the inner city. She lives among the poor in their neighborhood and thinks it is the best place to be, even committing herself for the longer term with a purchase of a place to stay among them. She loves her place. She lives a simple life and cares little for the material things in life that some of us crave for. She is always cheerful when I see her.
She loves the people. She will go out to the neighborhood hangout and play music with the local musicians. She gets to know people at the coffee shop where she gets her morning cup of java. She greets the people in the streets and they respond to her. Indeed the locals know her and love her. Her patients, the locals who are for the most part are the truly needy, appreciate her. She has made the connection.
Her parents are proud of her, but they are also worried about her, and indeed a little exasperated with her, and her life choices. She has a mind of her own and she is stubborn. She is an independent lady. She comes from a family of many siblings, all of whom display similar traits of selflessness.
We worry about her. My wife says that the locals in the place where she lives will protect because she is loved, but there is always the concern about safety.
Her birthday was the day before yesterday. It was late in the evening when she was returning home from a celebration with friends at a local eatery. Across the street she saw a local whom she knew. She hailed him. He responded to the greeting and she told him that it was her birthday. He walked across the street to talk to her, wished her, and asked her why she had not told him about it. He would have gotten something for her for the occasion. He said he still had something for her. He opened up the bag in which he kept the trinkets that he sold at the local coffee shop and asked her to pick one as a birthday present. She gratefully accepted the present. I will see you tomorrow, he said. She replied that she would not see him for a few weeks because she was going to have a medical procedure the next day. He wished her the best, and it must have been from the heart.
The next day was pretty tough for her, with a very long and rough medical procedure with long-term implications. You think to yourself that people like her are most capable of handling these kinds of situations, but should be the last people who ought to be subjected to these kind of things. They are the good of this earth. They are remarkable. We should cherish them, and we should take care of them and protect them. I wish her all the best.
Splattered Brains 