I once worked a shift in an ambulance. The call: "Bad breathing." We arrive. A man of about fifty opens the door with the look of a man who has lived through six dramas and three TV series. In a loud voice he declares:

- That's it! This is the end! Take me, save me, I'm almost dead!

I smile reservedly and begin the examination. The pulse is like an astronaut's, the breathing is even, the pressure is like in a textbook. I ask:

- Where exactly do you feel that "that's it"?

He makes a dramatic ...

You know what I realized? The most useful “medicine” is not pills. It’s coffee with your favorite flavor, laughter until tears, an unexpected compliment, a short call from a friend, and the feeling that you are important to someone. Sometimes a good day is just not too tired legs and a patient who said “thank you” from the heart.

We, doctors, are people too. And I stopped expecting big miracles a long time ago. Small ones are enough for me: a delicious breakfast, a sunny morning, and lightness ...

People often tell me, "You're so strong." And someone would say to me, "You don't have to be strong. I'm here for you."
But you know, strength isn't when you don't cry. It's when you cry, wash your face, put on your uniform, and go save others while there's no one to save you.

I'm not complaining. I'm just tired. Not from work, but from silence. From men who are afraid of emotions. From the phrases "hold on" instead of "let me hug you."
And yes, I look calm. Because if I start talking, I might ...

Yes, August 5 is my birthday. It would seem that this is a day of fireworks, gifts and bright emotions... But do you know what I really want? Not loud surprises and not expensive things. I want warmth. I want love. I want this day to be special

I believe that happiness is not the scale of the holiday, but who is next to you at this moment.