Cardiologist

I had to go to a cardiologist this week because a week or so ago, during one of my rare doctor visits, I had almost no pulse.  That could be a sign of something, so I agreed to go to the specialist.  For valid reasons I will not mention the doctor’s name.  Most people call him Dr. K, because his last name is difficult to pronounce.

Dr. K is a young man, compared to me, and has been in practice for only a few years, but he has more credentials than one would expect.  What’s amazing about him is, I liked him the moment we shook hands.  I never like doctors.  He was straight forward and seems to have a genuine interest in helping if he can.  He ordered some test and set me up with a monitor to wear for a week.

When I got home from the office visit, I decided to do a little research on Dr. K.  This is where I discovered that he was very well trained and educated, but I discovered something that caused me to stop and reflect on our meeting.

Dr. K was a paramedic before becoming a doctor.

He was at ground zero on 9-11- 2001.

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