Remarkable!

I settled into a corner chair at my new doctor’s office and prepared for a long wait—especially since I was early for my appointment. I’d barely opened my notebook and started writing the next great American novel when my name was called.

Imagine my surprise when I turned to see Dr. Amy Butler—not the nurse or receptionist—waving me back.

“Good afternoon! Let’s get you weighed and check your blood pressure.” I guess the shocked look on my face must have registered with the doctor as she adjusted the pressure cuff around my arm. She chuckled and said, “I’m short a nurse today, so I’m doing this myself. Now relax and think happy thoughts!”

Then she ushered me into the examination room and chatted with me about my blood pressure and recent cholesterol tests. I felt like I was the only patient this popular doctor had. Although I know she was busy, she took the time to show interest in me as a person. I was important to her.

I left the office just a-sparkling! I skipped to my car! (Okay, I imagined skipping to my car. I also imagined that I was young and blithe rather than retired and fluffy.) Sure, I was thrilled that a change in diet had brought my cholesterol levels into the normal range and my blood pressure was responding to mild medication. But my exhilaration was because of the remarkable way I was treated. It was so remarkable that I’ve “remarked” about the experience to all of my friends.

I'd like for all of my interactions with co-workers, friends, parents, acquaintances, store clerks, service providers, and my readers to be remarkable, also. My greatest desire is that those I encounter—even momentarily—will know that I value them and that they are important.

Vie Herlocker