My Doctor's Bag
Like all medical school graduates, I received a free monogrammed doctor's bag from Big Pharma. In time, my bag wore out, and I gave it to my father to hold his tools.
My father was a machinist, carpenter, and home gardener, and he made good use of my bag. It was great to see him with it.
My father didn't go to college and didn’t understand medicine, but he did understand that our body is a machine that needs nutritious, homegrown fruits and vegetables.
It took me many years to grasp my father's humble, wholesome wisdom. He was my true-blue, blue-collar dad, the best teacher and friend I ever had.
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