And it’s on to the next poisoned patient, with the same beautiful synchronization of care
“What does it feel like to save lives?” one of the guests at the Shabbos table wants to know, a hint of admiration in her eyes. I’m asked this question surprisingly often, and I always try to set the record straight.
“I don’t,” I tell her. When she recoils, I explain. “It takes a lot of gaavah to say, ‘I’m saving lives.’ I see too many cases every day not to realize that only Hashem has the power to heal.”
“Well, of course,” she persists. “But when Hashem lets you save someone — you know, like you save a choking victim, or you cure someone who’s having a heart attack — isn’t that a great feeling?”
I keep a straight face as I tell her that the image of the ER doctor sailing in and saving patients (with an ‘S’-marked cape, perhaps?) is not the reality on the ground.
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