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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Bridge (07/31/08)

TITLE: On the Edge
By Emily Gibson
08/03/08


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In our medical school lecture hall, George always sat on the edge of his seat in the front row. That way, he could be closest to the professor and not miss any detail of the slides projected on the screen, the nuances of the overhead projector diagrams, or the patients paraded into the lecture hall with memorable symptoms. From the first day, it was clear George would be the go-to person if one of us missed a lecture, as he kept the most accurate notes of any medical student in tiny neat almost verbatim script. To read his notes was almost as good as being there and he was willing, with coaxing, to share what he knew. He was, to put it simply, the best and the brightest among us.

Working on a double Ph.D/M.D. degree, he hoped one day to be a physician laboratory researcher in a teaching hospital, although getting that much personal information from him took more coaxing. He was a first generation college graduate in his immigrant family and their hopes and dreams were riding on his success. It was clear he was their bridge to success in their new home and new life. He rarely socialized with other students after class, nor did he join in study groups. At the end of the day, he would cram every book into his huge back pack, sling it over his slight frame and head out for the city bus to return home to his parents' house located near the north end of Seattle's Aurora Bridge.

My opportunity to work with George came during our first clinical experience in our first year of classes, working in pairs to interview patients in hospitals, practicing our skills at taking histories. When we divided up the questions beforehand, George was more than willing to let me ask about our patients' family and spiritual support systems, their interpersonal relationships and sexual history, and their struggles with depression or other mental illness. He was much more interested in the detail of their illness and physical symptoms, so we made a good team documenting excellent patient medical histories. George admitted to me that talking to people was a challenge for him. His passion for healing was in the lab, in his future research and in his hope for discovery of new treatments for disease. He knew his best work would not be at the bedside.

Even so, in his clinical work, George excelled in his internal medicine rotation, and started a 6 week surgical rotation. He was assigned to a particularly difficult chief resident who had a reputation for grilling students over the operating table about anatomy and being very picky about how his patients were cared for. George was always ready for the questions in the OR, never missing a one, and worked beyond the 36 hours on, 12 hours off schedule to make sure all his work was complete. He was barely getting home to sleep, just to turn around to catch the bus in the early dawn to head back to the hospital. One morning, in his exhaustion, he overslept by an hour, and rushed to arrive barely in time for 6 AM rounds at the hospital. He was unable to gather his patients' lab values or organize information for the chief resident. When it was clear George was not prepared, the chief resident, irritated, told him to leave and not bother to return.

George grabbed his heavy back pack, caught the city bus and in morning rush hour, got off on the south end of Aurora Bridge and started walking toward home. He stopped in the middle of the bridge, set down his back pack on the sidewalk, climbed over the rail and standing briefly on the edge, staring at the water below, he jumped.

At his funeral, his pastor shared the following with his stricken family, instructors and classmates:

"George worked very hard to reach the goals he had set, in his hope to cure diseases. What we must remember is that to reach our goals we must pass over the deepest valleys of our lives. The darkest pit can appear to swallow us up. The Lord is there to bridge that gap as the firm foundation under our feet, ready to hold us up when we teeter on the edge. Don't ever lose sight of the other side, where the valley will be no more."

I believe George is waiting for us there.


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Beth LaBuff 08/08/08
This sounds like a true story and is so heart-breaking. Your writing in this is very captivating. Your descriptions of George's dedication and passion for his work are excellent.
Patricia Turner08/09/08
I feel so sorry for George, working so hard, trying so hard, and all of it thrown away in an instant. I hope he is waiting on the other side. Thanks for the reminder at the end. You might try adding some dialogue too. Nice job.
Dianne Janak08/13/08
This was heartbreaking. What a wonderful tribute to a very complex admirable man. So sorry it ended so horrifically. You did a good job of bringing me in to cheer him on, and then the ending left me sad and speechless.... great writing on the subject.. two concepts of bridge creatively written...
Shirley McClay 08/13/08
I've often thought that doctor internship is brutal and unrealistic. It's terrible what happened. What a hard story to write... thank you for sharing with us.
Helen Dowd 08/13/08
I found this story extremely interesting, well told and full of real-life stuff. I am not sure why you have not had more comments, because I would recommend this reading to anyone. It is informative, albeit with a very sad ending. But that's life. And you brought in a very good lesson...Great writing....Helen
Mariane Holbrook08/13/08
This is so good! A little sad but I had my Kleenex box handy so I was ready. I'm so glad I got to read this one!!! Big time kudos!
Carole Robishaw 08/13/08
Yes, it was hard to read, but worth it. It teaches a valuable lesson. we need to remember that our words can ave unforeseen results, as the words of the doctor had by causing George to give up hope.
Lyn Churchyard08/13/08
This would have been hard to write Emily, it was so sad that a young man could be treated like that. I hope someone gave that chief resident a good talking to. There's making them tough, and there is just plain bullying. Good job Emily.
LauraLee Shaw08/14/08
Oh, how heartbreaking. Your ending to leave it hanging with some hope was just the right touch.
Dee Yoder 08/14/08
Oh my-what a tragedy for his family and for the ones his research may have been able to help. So sad...I sure wish he'd not given up hope and that the words that cut him so deeply had never been spoken. Powerful lessons in this story.