Oh, I am not the smartest in class, and sometimes even feeling like I’m part of the bottom thirds. I have been brooding about this thought for the past days, hence I could not write anything positive in my blog. Either I was too proud to even say that, or I was just really feeling down, bordering to depression with those thoughts.
Writing makes me feel better, and writing about this might make me realize things that could comfort me. Blogging about this and putting it in public may very well humble me even more. Because I think right now, my pride has been getting in the way and has been making me feel worse about my grades.
In the course of trying to uplift myself, I have talked to different people about my sadness, hoping I could hear a thing or two that might make me feel better.
My brother, who’s always been encouraging said this:
“Remember what dad used to say, ‘your patients will not ask what grade you got in medicine’ The important thing is to get through it even if you need to go through the eye of the needle. I guess being a doctor involves more of the heart than the mind. Heart over brains, passion over neurons, love over information, humility over pride, and God over success.”
Of course nothing in this gives an excuse for one not to be competent in the medical field. The fight is not yet over, there’s still so much to be done, still so much to learn.
It could rain pretty bad one day, but there’s nothing like the warmth and comfort you get from friends and family who care.