The Grace of the Good Lord, Bluegrass Music, and Door Knob Diagnosis
Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna preach at y’all. I’m not good enough to tell anybody how to live. I’m just as imperfect a sinner as the next guy.
I do want to tell you though, that what humble success I have had in this world is not my doing. I was blessed beyond what anyone deserves. I can’t tell you how many times I had my mind made up on diagnosis, and right as I got to the door, a voice would call and say “Son, I’d advise you rethink that.”
Sometimes it’d be when my patient asked one last question. “Hey Doc, by the way…” Other times it was because they had a funny look their face; just a hint of disappointment that Doc had only made a ‘B’ on that encounter in a business where anything less than an ‘A+’ is unacceptable. And often it was simply the voice. “Son, you didn’t finish your job here.”
I call it a door knob diagnosis. My hand was on the door to open it and move on the next room, and but for the Grace of God I would have. There were a few times along the way where the implications of difference were so profound I had to go in my office, close the door, and sit there for a minute and dry up the tears and recompose myself.
God also sent me my music. He gave me just the right amount of talent; enough to enjoy it to the fullest but not enough to get confused about what I was supposed to do for a living, If anyone loves it more than me I am happy for ’em, but as the song says there are 1352 guitar pickers in Nashville. If Steve Earle knows the competition is stiff, Doc didn’t have to be brilliant to know he’d best keep his day job.
I’m don’t think I’d a made it without music. Many a night I drove home dead dog tired and only stayed out of the ditches ’cause the cassette player in my Scout blared away Flatt and Scruggs or some other favorite. I listened to a lot of bluegrass going back and forth to the hospital. If you ever played a note I thank you ’cause somehow it filtered down to old Doc and very well might have saved my life one of those lonely nights.
Well I said I wouldn’t preach so I’ll get off. God bless all my music pals. Life as a Doc can have some hard times, but between the Good Lord, my family and bluegrass music I managed to get me by. I hope all of you have a blessed Sunday.
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