A doctor saved my life thirty years ago when everyone believed I wouldn’t make it—yesterday, I saw him again and changed his life.

He knew how to walk into a room carrying answers. He’d never learned how to walk into one carrying a need of his own.

He’d drifted back to the hospital because it was the only place he still recognized who he used to be.

As we talked, a passing nurse slowed at our table.

“Dr. Bennett?”

He looked up.

He knew how to walk into a room carrying answers.

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