Edited by Roxanne K. Young, Associate Editor.
I can only see doctors in the early morning on my hospital rounds. I
am usually late for my office because I am reluctant to leave their reassuring
society—I have gone badly astray before and know the dangers of believing
my own voices. As a solo rural practitioner, with the final authority on absolutely
everything in my little corner of the planet, I am at constant risk of evolving
into a dogmatist, a petulant child, a monster who once had a first name different
than "Doctor." Experience may be the best teacher, but it is also a boorish
and overbearing companion. I listen to my colleagues' stories for the same
reasons that I once attended to my teachers and that I still read the thoughts
of strangers: to know that my world is but one small province of a great realm
where humility is the condition of full citizenship.
Lurie S. Master Class. JAMA. 1999;282(1):9-10. doi:10.1001/jama.282.1.9