Being in recluse
is a nice thing. One thing amongst many is that it helps us revisit some special
memories and some special people. Talking of which I am reminded of an incidence
that occurred not so long time ago in my workplace.
I was feeling
very bad about a patient who was upset over the doctor's consultation fees that he was charged by the hospital. You can do little about such things. The
hospitals and the doctors are supposed to charge - nothing
different about it.
Haggard looking, distressed and unstable on feet, the patient came from a remote village. The fact that he was in crises was apparent. I saw him counting money several times before he paid up. His waiting time was accentuated with queries which I tried to explain to my best. He also told me about how he would have to walk back half the way for he didn't have enough money, how hard he work every day etc.
Haggard looking, distressed and unstable on feet, the patient came from a remote village. The fact that he was in crises was apparent. I saw him counting money several times before he paid up. His waiting time was accentuated with queries which I tried to explain to my best. He also told me about how he would have to walk back half the way for he didn't have enough money, how hard he work every day etc.
Our hospital is
one of the best in the city and is known for its top class service and
goodwill. People come here for the good service. It's never been criticized for its high pricing policies. It was
apparent that the man came to consult a good doctor and the hospital brand didn't matter to him.
I felt bad but did not know what to do. After a while I told my boss, a renowned cardiologist, about it all. He listened to me and instantaneously took out a one thousand rupee note and asked me to return it to the patient. It was that short and simple for him.
I felt bad but did not know what to do. After a while I told my boss, a renowned cardiologist, about it all. He listened to me and instantaneously took out a one thousand rupee note and asked me to return it to the patient. It was that short and simple for him.
Although, that was not the first time he did something like that, I was
overwhelmed. Flabbergasted, happy, peaceful - with medley of
emotion and series of lumps inside my throat, I handed over the money to the
patient. The man broke down and could not thank me enough. I was choked indefinitely.
Today, as I reminiscence this, I realize that life is beautiful because of some amazing people who never fail. Yes, we come across many people in our lives but some are unfailing in their magical gesture. They are unfailing every time and all the time. I call them beautiful people.
totally agree....and I no qualms about proclaiming how much I love, admire and in awe of "The Man". Kindness ....thou name is "Suresh Choraria."
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