Farmland

Farmland
Nathan Stacy, M2, Class of 2022

My fiancé’s Grandpa is a man you won’t easily forget. He commands a room. A natural born storyteller, with 80 years of experience spinning yarns, he can paint a vivid picture that completely draws you in, in a heartbeat.

He was spinning one of his yarns to me as we took his 4-wheeler (the Gator) to tour his farm fields. Continue reading “Farmland”

Reach for the Moon, End up a Fleming

Reach for the Moon, End up a Fleming
David Embers, M4, Class of 2020

I remember 4th grade like it was yesterday, likely because that is when I peaked. It could have been a fun year, but unfortunately for me, it wasn’t. You see, my podmates all had cooties. You read that right, ALL of my podmates. It was me and three girls: Brooke, Sasha, and Rebecca. All confirmed cooties. What a joke. In hindsight, Mrs. Stevenson did it on purpose because she knew me and my best friend Josh were tight as heck and could have basically taught the class if we wanted to. But whatever.

Anyway, at the front of the room above the chalkboard was a poster. “Reach for the moon, and even if you miss, you’ll land amongst the stars.” It was catchy. No lie, the first few times I read that it gave me goosebumps. Thought I might just mess around and change the world. Made me want to be extra precise on the folds for my construction paper popper that would inevitably get taken away before recess. Made me want to be somebody.

Now, looking back, I laugh at 4th grade David. In fact, I want to slap him in the back of the head. Continue reading “Reach for the Moon, End up a Fleming”

Miracle-Gro

Miracle-Gro

 

QeeQee Gao, M2, Class of 2022

As the end of my first year draws near and the sweet taste of summer looms ahead, I am anticipating a confrontation that I have been pushing away for months. For the majority of my first year, I have been battling with a creeping sensation of … nothingness: a null that which I had hoped was joy, an emptiness that which I had hoped was fulfillment, and a void that which I had hoped was curiosity.

Am I happy? Am I enjoying? Am I fulfilled?

No.

No..

No…

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A Sound Mind

A Sound Mind
Zach Duarte, M1, Class of 2022
II Timothy 1:7
For God has not given us a spirit of fear but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.

I remember vividly the moment I decided to become a physician. “Why me God?” I cried out into my pillow as my brother was taken to yet another mental institution. Another holiday ruined. Another cold Thanksgiving turkey. Nothing quite haunts me like the sunken eyes of my mother, looking for answers, and finding none. I cried. Continue reading “A Sound Mind”

Muy Valiente

Muy Valiente

Allison Briggs, M4, Class of 2019

Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet.” The words read on Sunday came floating back into my mind as I wiped the dried blood off my 10-year-old patient’s foot, ankle, and shin. Her earlier crying had quieted to the occasional sob, and she was laying back on the emergency room gurney. Ten new stitches sat in a row underneath her knee, holding together her cut from the playground. I peeked a glance when I knew she was looking away, unable to stop checking that everything was in place.

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