They Cut Me Off In Med School—Until They Saw My Name On The ER Badge

fears.

But it had not destroyed me.

And now, fate—or random chaos, or whatever you want to call it—had arranged a stage where the truth was undeniable. Not because I had argued it convincingly, not because I had begged to be believed, but because it had walked into a trauma bay wearing a white coat and a name badge and done what needed doing.

I didn’t continue reading …