It's five o'clock in the afternoon. One by one, my trusty people said their goodbyes. Most of the lights are down and I have turned the aircon off to keep the air warm. After a barrage of text messages, my phone suddenly stopped beeping. It's quiet. I can hear myself breathe.
Today I had to make choices. Out of 46 hopeful individuals who completed pre-residency, I had to select the Top 30 who will be interviewed. From this 30, the next batch of residents of the UP-PGH Department of Medicine, only 21 of them, will be selected. This means I closed the door to 16 aspirants, perhaps shattered some of their greatest hopes. Perhaps at least one of them is in a corner now, silently weeping for lost chances, wondering why his or her best was not good enough. I just prolonged the agony and encouraged futile hopes of 9 people too.
May God bless these decisions and me, the unworthy person commissioned to make them.
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hey mama jean!!! i've been reading your blogs.:). time flies so fast, in a few months, your term as chief will end. would like to congratulate you for a job well done. nobody but you could have done it!
thanks for dropping by raymond. can't access your blog through the hospital system. mag blogspot ka na rin.=) yeah, can't believe this is almost over. i'm just grateful for everything. (sniff sniff)
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