The First Day

The day had arrived.

We were driving to Utah Valley Hospital for my first day. I was the new neurosurgeon at Utah Neurological Clinic. My arrival had been anticipated. I was going to be great. I was going to work hard and develop a thriving practice. I knew I could do it. Hot air balloons were taking off from the field next to the hospital. It was glorious.

I then looked over and was reminded—my mom was dropping me off.

The balloons weren’t for me.

Our things were in transit from Indiana. We were staying in my parents basement. I didn’t have a car. I had almost no money. I was terrified and uncertain. I didn’t know what people would think of me. I wasn’t sure if I could succeed.

I then thought, this journey isnt’t about me. It isn’t even about a thriving practice. It had to be about the people I would work with and the people WE would help. I was ready to do my best for all of them.

I realized that WE could succeed, even without a car or furniture or even if my mom dropped me off on my first day.

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