Surviving med school

Last Sunday, the UP College of Medicine graduated the UP Medicine Class of 2012. Seven years ago today, my class graduated from the UPCM. Up to now, knowing how terrible my study habits are, I am still in awe that I survived med school. Without a doubt it is through sheer grace from God, nothing else.

I remember saying this prayer at the start of all- well, most- um, alright, many duty days, whenever I have time to drop by the hospital chapel:

Lord, it’s showtime, and You are the Star.

Please keep my mind alert
My eyes keen
My ears piqued
My tongue patient
My heart compassionate
My hands steady
My knees sturdy
My feet quick
(I add- My stomach cooperative- if I have some diarrhea issues)

Lord, may I see You in all of the people I will encounter today
And may they see You through me.

Amen.

I don’t remember when was the last time I uttered this prayer. Probably when I left the university. I really should be praying this more. While I may not be a practicing clinic-based MD, I still am actually on duty, everyday, looking out for Christ’s wounded ones, in whatever form or place...