I was fortunate to work with Dr. John S. Madara. He was an old-school general practitioner, a shining ray of medical and spiritual wisdom.
It wasn’t unusual for someone to grasp his hand and say, “I’ll never forget what you did for me, Doc.” Interesting thing, Dr. Madara had long forgotten what it was. He’d tell me later, “I’ve no idea what that was about.” My best guess? It was all about house calls, kind words, long nights and reduced fees.
Dear God, make me a light that shines and immediately forgets the deed.
