The Urban Resident Local Doc on the Block

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Waiting

[Part 8 of Liz’s story of God’s calling into healthcare in an inner city setting.] Waiting can be challenging. Whether you have been waiting for the next post in this series or waiting for these posts to end, waiting involves patiently holding out hope in the midst of uncertainty, perplexity,…

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Puzzle Pieces Unite?

[Part 7 in a narrative of Liz’s calling into counseling as a member of health care team in an inner city.] For all my discussions with counselees about overcoming barriers to obedience in their own lives and relationships, I am a wimp. Yet by this point in my journey, I am…

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Leave It There

[I originally wrote this as a medical student working in the ICU. It’s one of my most haunting memories and comes to mind every time I work in the intensive care unit.] “I thought I could beat the ICU, you know?” My resident looked into the distance abstractly as he spoke,…

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Do You Want to Be a Doctor?

“I want to be a doctor. How do I do it?” As a teenager, I was very shy and very awkward. Talking to strangers was a painful and anxiety-laden task, and I didn’t like to talk to strangers any longer than necessary. So when a pediatrician asked me, at a routine office visit, if…

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Kyrie Eleison, Trayvon Martin

Kyrie eleison. In thinking about Trayvon Martin’s case, I’ve been reflecting on the many facebook posts expressing diverse sentiments including anger, relief, and sadness over the verdict. Let’s be transparent here. There are instances when a young black teenager in a hoodie will startle, if not terrify, me. In fact,…

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Bang

You can take me out the hood, but can’t take the hood out me Cause I’m ghetto. 50 cent, LB, & TY *BANG* I froze and my heart went racing. Time stops during an adrenaline rush, but a moment later I started to figure out what was happening. First, I realized that…