Here I confess that I could have never been a good doctor. why? … Now I’m going to tell you why.
In fact, today, the class manager was handling a very very noisy class before I started the course… I was to go to the class that suddenly, I heard her shouting! she was shouting at one of the students (a 10 year-old boy), in return, the boy shouted louder!! The manager saying “Go out!” The student insisted “I won’t!”
At last, the institute director interrupted the quarrel . Quarrel for nothing! And I just entered the class. During all the time that I was teaching, I couldn’t just took off my eyes from him, and his sad eyes, full of tears. I just thought how the doctors can tolerate the pain and suffer, and still be indifferent!
By the end of the class, I asked the little boy:
- Would you do a favor for your teacher?
+ Yes teacher!
-Please go and apologize Miss Y. !
+ No teacher, please! This one no!
- For your teacher….!!! For me!
+ Nooo! … no!…… Just not today!
- Come on! I will come with you! Just say I am sorry for talking to you in that way and so loudly!
+ No… Later … please! Later … late…
…So we went together! And he just promised to be a good one!
Quarrel produces nothing just hatred!