Why does a medical DR… produce sales videos?? Pt2

-Why does a medical DR… produce sales videos??

That is quite story, it is the story of the past 11 years of my life.

The part of my life that was my own.

As you grow up, you have these guidelines that sets you up to arrive at a predetermined destination.

Suddenly and abruptly, the railroad you were bound by… stops.

And you could veer of in any direction.

From being firmly, and BY LAW, held in place, controlled by your parents, required to report to school every day, at the same time according to a strict routine - to suddenly being a loose cannon.

We teach kids to memorize words, mathematical formulas, historical facts….

...but will this really make them an adult?

Will this really help them evaluate which of the millions of directions available, that they should go for?

In the western world we honor freedom above all.

But does that really make someone happy?

I’ve seen with my own eyes, that having to pick one path among many, can paralyze people.

How could you ever know, which one is the best?

It’s literally impossible.

It’s a insane statistical calculation at best.

Left up to chance at worst.

And for many, the only thing that can make them choose is the steadily encroaching reality.

Expenses, bills to pay.

Forced into choice, we go for a short term solution, without taking in the entire picture.

We take the first steps on a path, that we think will last a day, but end up being our whole life.

For me, it wasn’t like that.

For me, I didn’t have that stress.

I had an unlimited amount of time to consider, and try to make the best choice

Of how to spend my life.

Why does a medical DR… produce sales videos?? Pt2

 

I chose to do military,

 

It was a chance, of seeing a life that few got to see,

 

It was an experience in a different world.

 

I was drafted into Reconnaissance

 

We viewed ourselves as an elite force

 

Light infantry - in a world full of tanks, drones, planes and bombs

 

After the first exhausting day, I read the graffiti below the bunk bed above me

 

“Welcome to Hell”

 

While other things in life has been mentally challenging, this was as close to being in a physical hell that I’ve ever been.

 

With all my energy spent, I would sit on the train home, an 8 hour trip with nothing to do but to ponder life.

 

Infused by lingering dread I would be on an equally long return journey, after the weekend.

 

Military service lasts for a year.

 

I had plenty of time to think about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life.

 

16 hours of thinking time every - or every second week.

 

I thought about the people I cared about.

 

I thought about what I could do for the world.

 

I thought about setting a goal that could that I could always fight for.

 

I thought about my mother having cancer.

 

I thought of never having the chance to meet my grandfather.

 

Slowly, and gradually, over several weeks, months, I decided that I would like to solve it all

 

Cancer. Alzheimers. Heart attack. The loss of our loved ones.

 

Once my mother passed away, i remember the feeling.

 

It felt nothing at all.

 

Where once there was warmth and love.

 

Now there was nothing

 

I remember her struggle

 

Fighting against invisible bonds, trying to gasp for air with cancer-ridden lungs

 

Like being under water, while you’re in fresh air

 

The panic in her eyes shattered my heart

 

As I dropped the flowers down into her grave

 

As the warmth left our home

 

As our home, turned into a house. A building. A practical facility.

 

I didn’t see the point of it.

 

In the movies, a death seems to have a purpose.

 

In religion, death is but a doorway to somewhere else.

 

But this was just empty.

 

Yesterday she was here.

 

Today she wasn’t

 

All her things remained.

 

But she was gone.

 

Her old clothes smelled like she used to smell,

 

But she wasn’t just around the corner.

 

Not anymore.

 

I knew what I wanted to do.

 

I wanted to fight this pointless death that eventually destroys us all

 

I wanted to go into science

 

I wanted to come up with the next miraculous cure, that would let you see your children, grandchildren, grand-grand-children…

 

All with your health intact

 

With your life safe, warm and strong

 

...I applied for medschool

 

I would soon be taking my first steps, down the fascinating and transfixing road of medicine

Why does a medical DR… produce sales videos?? Pt2 was first published to: http://www.irisinspire.com

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