Stories and News No. 1195
I just read that one hundred doctors died of Covid-19 in Italy, so far.
Doctors.
A generic word, which indicates a profession, a role inside the society, but also an image common to everybody: the guy with the white dress, the woman with the stethoscope, the man who control your blood pressure, the girl who signs your prescription; but also, above all, those you look for when you're ill. Like a sort of friends by duty, obliged to say “I’m here” in times of need.
Well, when there is a pandemic out there, the times of need is every second of their time, more than ours. Because while we are waiting outside, maybe complaining about the queue or the ticket, as well as for the ailment itself, there is someone beyond that door; the person who, when the aforementioned fateful moment arrives, will take care of us.
A hundred have gone away in Italy, among doctors, but also nurses have lost their lives for the virus; lives who were part of the so-called healthcare personnel; where the part that matters, more than the latter, is the former one: personnel. That is, people who take care of other people. In a word, us. All of us.
You never stop to be a doctor; it sounds like a rhetorical phrase, but it is not at all, given that among the missing doctors there are also those who, despite retiring, got back into the game; because it's a time of need, exactly. And there are
some who one day decided to make their life, more than their profession, a simple task: to answer to that call.
Yes, I know, many could come up with the word heroes, right now. A most abused one, mostly in the patriotic and military world. However, I prefer to dwell on the very human side of the fellow citizens who are left to us doing their job.
Of course, although doctors also have a life of their own and dear ones to care of, they have not hesitated to continue undaunted in trying to save lives; but we must not forget that everyone of them was there before too; sewing and bandaging, soothing and auscultating. They will also be later, anyway.
Well, this the focal point I would like to conclude with; in my humble opinion, I consider it of considerable importance. Often, these days, because of forced quarantine, personal and economic difficulties, stress and anguish, or any other consequence due to this pandemic, many of us are inclined to play the favorite sport of these times: the spasmodic search for an enemy; the one accountable for all our ills, even before the fateful patient zero. First the Chinese, then the government itself, the prime minister, and then the usual Europe, bad and selfish.
Well, I don't think it might hurt us, instead, to stress the importance of what we normally take for granted; more than ever to future memory.
Like our dear doctors.
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Doctors.
A generic word, which indicates a profession, a role inside the society, but also an image common to everybody: the guy with the white dress, the woman with the stethoscope, the man who control your blood pressure, the girl who signs your prescription; but also, above all, those you look for when you're ill. Like a sort of friends by duty, obliged to say “I’m here” in times of need.
Well, when there is a pandemic out there, the times of need is every second of their time, more than ours. Because while we are waiting outside, maybe complaining about the queue or the ticket, as well as for the ailment itself, there is someone beyond that door; the person who, when the aforementioned fateful moment arrives, will take care of us.
A hundred have gone away in Italy, among doctors, but also nurses have lost their lives for the virus; lives who were part of the so-called healthcare personnel; where the part that matters, more than the latter, is the former one: personnel. That is, people who take care of other people. In a word, us. All of us.
You never stop to be a doctor; it sounds like a rhetorical phrase, but it is not at all, given that among the missing doctors there are also those who, despite retiring, got back into the game; because it's a time of need, exactly. And there are
Yes, I know, many could come up with the word heroes, right now. A most abused one, mostly in the patriotic and military world. However, I prefer to dwell on the very human side of the fellow citizens who are left to us doing their job.
Of course, although doctors also have a life of their own and dear ones to care of, they have not hesitated to continue undaunted in trying to save lives; but we must not forget that everyone of them was there before too; sewing and bandaging, soothing and auscultating. They will also be later, anyway.
Well, this the focal point I would like to conclude with; in my humble opinion, I consider it of considerable importance. Often, these days, because of forced quarantine, personal and economic difficulties, stress and anguish, or any other consequence due to this pandemic, many of us are inclined to play the favorite sport of these times: the spasmodic search for an enemy; the one accountable for all our ills, even before the fateful patient zero. First the Chinese, then the government itself, the prime minister, and then the usual Europe, bad and selfish.
Well, I don't think it might hurt us, instead, to stress the importance of what we normally take for granted; more than ever to future memory.
Like our dear doctors.
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