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Category: Practice
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Delay Turns Reaction Into Response
I remember sitting in a cramped, sterile consultation room during my third year as a chaplain, watching a man try to “breathe through” a…
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Gossip Feels Like Concern and Functions Like Harm
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit breakroom during my third year as a chaplain, the air thick with the smell of burnt coffee…
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Most Regret Comes From Sentences, Not Actions
I remember sitting in a cramped, dimly lit hospice room during my third year as a chaplain, watching a man try to bridge a…
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Self Deception Is the Cheapest Comfort Available
I remember sitting in a dim hospital corridor late one Tuesday, the smell of floor wax and stale coffee heavy in the air, listening…
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Humility Shows Up in Small Concessions
I remember sitting in a cramped hospital room during a Tuesday night shift, listening to a man who had spent his entire life building…
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Someone Else’s Progress Is Not Your Deficiency
I remember sitting in a sterile hospital room in the late nineties, holding the hand of a man who had spent his entire life…
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Character Changes on a Timescale Nobody Enjoys
I remember sitting in a small, sterile hospital room late one Tuesday night, listening to the rhythmic, mechanical hum of a ventilator. A young…
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Most Advice Is Given Before the Problem Is Understood
I remember sitting in a cramped, fluorescent-lit palliative care room in the late nineties, the smell of antiseptic clinging to my sweater, while a…
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Attention Is the Most Expensive Thing You Can Give
I remember sitting in a sterile, fluorescent-lit room in the oncology ward, the smell of antiseptic clinging to my sweater, listening to a man…
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Arriving Rushed Costs the First Twenty Minutes
I remember sitting in a drafty parish hall twenty years ago, watching a well-meaning committee member obsess over the exact shade of linen for…