It’s been 17 years since my father died.
Doing a single act of kindness is an infinite act of love.
Third-year medical school is a whirlwind. Blink and you’ll miss it.
Anyone can work to create a better health system. #UnitedForHealth!
Every year, medical school gets tougher and tougher (don’t let anyone tell you otherwise).
Who says management has no place in health?
More room for regrets. Give me your thoughts, as I seem to have none.
The last stretch is always the hardest, but we’ll make it to the end.
Where do we begin?
That I will become the executioner for the lives of the living, the dying, and still the dead.
These are the things medical school also teaches.