A thoughtful reflection. With more health related appointments than I care to admit to these days, I’m not sure how I ever managed to keep a responsible fulltime job for 40 years. I occasionally play mind games while sitting with year old reading materials in the waiting areas. Wondering what certain interesting looking patients did for a living? Whether they have family or live alone? What struggles they encountered in their daily life and health challenges before them now. And more frequently than in the past, wondering, in the absence of eye contact or conversation, about their politics … are they people who embrace social justice, decency and truth or not? It’s a vexing question that I didn’t used to ponder. Perhaps a benefit of age, or a curse?