A PRACTICE THAT CHANGED MY LIFEBMJ 1996; 312 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.312.7035.892 (Published 06 April 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;312:892
- David Arathoon
Having finished my general practice training I was keen to find a suitable practice. I applied for many posts and even got a few interviews, but I never managed to get beyond the initial interview, until the fateful job was advertised. I got on well with the middle aged get up and go senior partner at the informal look round. She had been born in Kenya, as had I. After a couple of more formal interviews my wife and I were invited to dinner with the partners, having been told that they were now considering only one other candidate. They were, as expected, middle class and pleasant. The senior partner was from the old school and the other three, all in their 30s, were somewhat in awe of her.
Dinner progressed from small talk with the starters to some intelligent, in depth discussions with the main course and wine. There were only hints of what was to come. Finally, with the dessert everyone relaxed until one of the junior partners, realising that time had flown by, asked me what I thought made a “good GP.” I stammered out a few stock answers to which he listened. Then it was his time to pronounce. He started: “I think to be a good GP you need to be a good Christian.” Nods of agreement from around the table. I could not let it go and replied: “Oh, I know quite a few good GPs who are Muslims.” Absolute silence.
Soon afterwards we made our hurried excuses and left, and I went to join the RAF.—DAVID ARATHOON is a medical officer in the Royal Air Force