This is on my blogroll, but it’s cool enough to justify a full post.
Danielle is an um, intern? Resident? I dunno, she’s a doctor learning a specialty. Her specialty is pediatrics, maybe specifically pediatric ICU (her preferred term is “pediatricious”, of course coined by a sick kid.). She mostly blogs about this (carefully de-identified, I’m sure) but some other things pop up occasionally. Her posts are occasionally funny, often sad but always awesome.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
In a crowded elevator headed towards the cafeteria, a mother wheeled in her profoundly disabled daughter. The little girl had tight braids in her hair, topped off by brightly colored plastic balls. She howled and giggled all sorts of guttural noises.
A little boy towards the back of the elevator pushed through the crowd and came right up to the front of her wheelchair. He cocked his head to the side and squinted.
And those of us in the elevator, watching, simultaneously took a deep breath, just imagining what uncomfortable question he might ask the mother.
Then he took his chubby little boy hand and patted the girl’s knee.
If you didn’t get gooey right there and let go an involuntary “Awwww”, well, you failed your Voight-Kampff and you know what that means.