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.