Love this post and the thought you included here: "Carl Jung once remarked that modern people don’t see God because they don’t look low enough. Maybe God’s work is being done among us, quietly and humbly, without seeking attention for it." Thank you!
That was super that you wrote that and sent it in. My dad was a doctor like that way back when. He'd make house calls, and if it was obvious the people were poor, he'd charge a buck and give them sample meds free if they needed them.
As a kid of nine, ten, and eleven I used to drive my grandfather on calls around the northeast corner of Montana. He was an old style vet who went to the ranches and farms to heal the animals. Was a great opportunity.
Were you driving him in a tractor at ages 9-11?! surely not a car? but maybe in NE Montana. What a wonderful memory of & time you had with your grandfather. (Plse do reply, i'm very curious as to what vehicle you drove but I do know that many farm kids learned how to drive cars). cheers
An old Dodge. My grandfather had a medical condition (diabetes?) that caused his feet to swell, so my services were needed though not discussed. All the other grandkids (and their parents) would complain about why it was that I was able to stay all summer every summer in Froid. I knew but said nothing. When a call came in at 3AM from a rancher with an animal in distress, I was immediately up, loaded the bags in the car, and was at the wheel. My grandmother guarded my ongoing presence like junkyard dog. At that age, I figured out the idea of creating value. lol
experienced a similar: my just under two year old gulped down several swallows of agricultural poison (sprecticide) in my green house when showing relatives my plants. I didn't see it. I heard it. Nothing more frightening. Off to the ER and his stomach pumped..
Reminds me of Dr. Juffy, our pediatrician when I was a kid. Dr. Juffy would always make time for his patients. Mom didn’t drive so the good doctor would stop by on his way home if one of us was under the weather. With 14 children in our family, by the time he arrived there were usually 3 or 4 of us who needed a checkup but he never flinched, giving us all what we needed!
It’s important to remember the good people in our lives and to pass on to the next generation these stories that mean so much. To that end, I’ve written essays for my children and grandchildren about my, almost assuredly, sainted mother, my good father who did wonderful things but negated a lot of it due to alcoholism. I also pass on stories about aunts, uncles, and others who made a huge impression on me as I became the man I am today. I owe at least that to those who came before me!
That's what we all should be doing. I value the things my mother passed onto me about people in our family although it wasn't much as I wasn't interested much in it then.
Nicely done, John . There is good in the world. Many of us have been blessed with the discernment skills to recognize it and move toward the light it provides.
Beautiful article and timely. I have practiced as an anesthesiologist for @ 30 years. Much of my interest in medicine was due to the influences from my father (David Korn, Stanford pathologist, chairman and dean), and my pediatrician, (Joe Davis who worked at the nearby Palo Alto Clinic.) My father was a giant in academic medicine and in the field of pathology), but Joe Davis was a giant in the community as well. Not only was he an outstanding pediatrician but he was actively engaged with young people in the community (like myself BACK THEN😊). He led a local medical explorers group for years for those kids interested in science and medicine. He and his wife, Carol, gave so much unselfishly to the community! Dr Davis died in his early 90's; my father passed away at 91 this past year. Both are sorely missed.
Thank you, John Leake...wonderful antidote--I remember a similar situation... When our first born was screaming and turning red we panicked and rushed to our pediatrician--a truly wonderful soul who decorated his waiting room with toy train paraphernalia--kids loved it there...
When we were ushered into his office...he looked our little one straight in the face and said "Baby, Why do you do that?" we all laughed and realized that would be our life for awhile.
His name was Dr. Mark Hildebrandt. Recently I googled him and found he he is still fondly remembered -- not as a doctor but by the Model Train Society in Ann Arbor mi!
Pieces like this one are the reason I trust John Leake and Dr McCullough. They are amazing people in their own right amplified by just how few like them remain. Great example? I was telling someone about McCullough on Sunday and he looked him up on Wiki and totally believed the lies told there even though they were written after the most trusted and researched cardiologist in the nation had the courage to call c19 what it was. A total and VERY dangerous fraud. He then came up with the protocol that saved thousands of lives. And then (now two someones) accused me of being an idiot for believing the the McCullough lies!
So. YES lets remember the good guys such as the John Leakes and Dr McCulloughs of the world shall we? Here here!!
Lovely, John. And the Jung quote was a gem. The only thing left for me to do now is to re-watch "The Last Angry Man"...and perhaps send a contribution to my favorite Classical Christian Academy, in hopes that we may raise up more like Dr. Liebes.
I remember when doctors were like that. My daughter fell as a toddler when she climbed in a chair and hit her mouth on the desk causing her only two lower teeth to cut through below her lip. I was horrified. Called Dr. (family doctor) who met me at his office in town, took a look and said it will heal on its own no need for stitches. No charge, just a thank you. Then there was the time I told my friend in middle school she needed to go home bc she looked green. By the time I got home to check on her the same doctor had seen her and sent her two blocks away to the hospital in town where he met her to remove her appendix before it burst. Most of our doctors were licensed for surgeries of that type. This meant you could have your family doctor remove warts, sew your fingers back together and many other things in addition to treating your illnesses. It was a sense of community and safety that developed. The ER was for real emergencies like heart attack, not a place to go where some unknown doctor would treat your baby’s ear infection.
Your comment about sewing fingers back together reminded of an incident involving a young neighbor when I was growing up. My father was a family physician for 30-years in the small town where I grew up. A neighbor's young son & a friend were dropping heavy rocks onto caps, to try & set them off. The caps (for a cap gun) came on a roll. At one point, the neighbor's son accidentally dropped a large rock on his sister's hand. She came running down the street to my father's office, with her pinky literally hanging by a thread of skin. My father had to re-schedule his patients for the rest of the afternoon, while he painstakingly re-attached her pinky. He made her return to the office every 2-3 days so he could check to see how her pinky was doing. In 2017, my brother attended his 50th high school reunion. This former young neighbor came up to my brother to proudly show him that she still had her pinky after all these years & that it worked just fine!
yep, our family Doc. Dr. Schiffbauer, long passed, sewed up my finger after it passed through a 20" floor fan in the Operating Room at the local hospital, not some surgeon. It's a bit crooked, but no problem I can't manage.
Warts, another doc. . . burnt them off with an electrical arc gadget. That was some sort of terror for me. . .Ha! Geez. Still alive, no PTSD that I know of, but I can be a jerk at times!
So true. God works in the shadows through the humble and contrite in heart, not through the proud evil doers of our day. Although ,he is sovereign over all, so even the evil doers do his bidding without their knowledge. He works all things to the good.
Beautiful. When people became doctors to help, care, and mend patients.
Many of us all still do. I heard yesterday that ONLY 20% of healthcare dollars go to physicians!! You can guess where the other 80% goes!
That's at least $800 billion.
And your point is?
Love this post and the thought you included here: "Carl Jung once remarked that modern people don’t see God because they don’t look low enough. Maybe God’s work is being done among us, quietly and humbly, without seeking attention for it." Thank you!
That was super that you wrote that and sent it in. My dad was a doctor like that way back when. He'd make house calls, and if it was obvious the people were poor, he'd charge a buck and give them sample meds free if they needed them.
As a kid of nine, ten, and eleven I used to drive my grandfather on calls around the northeast corner of Montana. He was an old style vet who went to the ranches and farms to heal the animals. Was a great opportunity.
Were you driving him in a tractor at ages 9-11?! surely not a car? but maybe in NE Montana. What a wonderful memory of & time you had with your grandfather. (Plse do reply, i'm very curious as to what vehicle you drove but I do know that many farm kids learned how to drive cars). cheers
An old Dodge. My grandfather had a medical condition (diabetes?) that caused his feet to swell, so my services were needed though not discussed. All the other grandkids (and their parents) would complain about why it was that I was able to stay all summer every summer in Froid. I knew but said nothing. When a call came in at 3AM from a rancher with an animal in distress, I was immediately up, loaded the bags in the car, and was at the wheel. My grandmother guarded my ongoing presence like junkyard dog. At that age, I figured out the idea of creating value. lol
Must say it IS unusual to have eaten a field mouse. Bless your mom!
>> makes one wonder how such a thing was determined! A mom watching this transpire is odd by itself. (?)
experienced a similar: my just under two year old gulped down several swallows of agricultural poison (sprecticide) in my green house when showing relatives my plants. I didn't see it. I heard it. Nothing more frightening. Off to the ER and his stomach pumped..
Reminds me of Dr. Juffy, our pediatrician when I was a kid. Dr. Juffy would always make time for his patients. Mom didn’t drive so the good doctor would stop by on his way home if one of us was under the weather. With 14 children in our family, by the time he arrived there were usually 3 or 4 of us who needed a checkup but he never flinched, giving us all what we needed!
It’s important to remember the good people in our lives and to pass on to the next generation these stories that mean so much. To that end, I’ve written essays for my children and grandchildren about my, almost assuredly, sainted mother, my good father who did wonderful things but negated a lot of it due to alcoholism. I also pass on stories about aunts, uncles, and others who made a huge impression on me as I became the man I am today. I owe at least that to those who came before me!
That's what we all should be doing. I value the things my mother passed onto me about people in our family although it wasn't much as I wasn't interested much in it then.
Nicely done, John . There is good in the world. Many of us have been blessed with the discernment skills to recognize it and move toward the light it provides.
John,
Beautiful article and timely. I have practiced as an anesthesiologist for @ 30 years. Much of my interest in medicine was due to the influences from my father (David Korn, Stanford pathologist, chairman and dean), and my pediatrician, (Joe Davis who worked at the nearby Palo Alto Clinic.) My father was a giant in academic medicine and in the field of pathology), but Joe Davis was a giant in the community as well. Not only was he an outstanding pediatrician but he was actively engaged with young people in the community (like myself BACK THEN😊). He led a local medical explorers group for years for those kids interested in science and medicine. He and his wife, Carol, gave so much unselfishly to the community! Dr Davis died in his early 90's; my father passed away at 91 this past year. Both are sorely missed.
Another Good Guy is dr. Mike Yeadon. https://www.armstrongeconomics.com/international-news/disease/mike-yeadon-on-covid-fixed/
OMGosh yes, he is a true hero of our day the way he has come out and spoken the truth when everyone else were silent.
Thank you for helping me to also remember the unsung heroes who aren’t “newsworthy” precisely because they aren’t villainous characters.
Thank you, John Leake...wonderful antidote--I remember a similar situation... When our first born was screaming and turning red we panicked and rushed to our pediatrician--a truly wonderful soul who decorated his waiting room with toy train paraphernalia--kids loved it there...
When we were ushered into his office...he looked our little one straight in the face and said "Baby, Why do you do that?" we all laughed and realized that would be our life for awhile.
His name was Dr. Mark Hildebrandt. Recently I googled him and found he he is still fondly remembered -- not as a doctor but by the Model Train Society in Ann Arbor mi!
A good source of protein indeed (better than crickets) - he clearly had a great, dry sense of humour.
Pieces like this one are the reason I trust John Leake and Dr McCullough. They are amazing people in their own right amplified by just how few like them remain. Great example? I was telling someone about McCullough on Sunday and he looked him up on Wiki and totally believed the lies told there even though they were written after the most trusted and researched cardiologist in the nation had the courage to call c19 what it was. A total and VERY dangerous fraud. He then came up with the protocol that saved thousands of lives. And then (now two someones) accused me of being an idiot for believing the the McCullough lies!
So. YES lets remember the good guys such as the John Leakes and Dr McCulloughs of the world shall we? Here here!!
Lovely, John. And the Jung quote was a gem. The only thing left for me to do now is to re-watch "The Last Angry Man"...and perhaps send a contribution to my favorite Classical Christian Academy, in hopes that we may raise up more like Dr. Liebes.
I remember when doctors were like that. My daughter fell as a toddler when she climbed in a chair and hit her mouth on the desk causing her only two lower teeth to cut through below her lip. I was horrified. Called Dr. (family doctor) who met me at his office in town, took a look and said it will heal on its own no need for stitches. No charge, just a thank you. Then there was the time I told my friend in middle school she needed to go home bc she looked green. By the time I got home to check on her the same doctor had seen her and sent her two blocks away to the hospital in town where he met her to remove her appendix before it burst. Most of our doctors were licensed for surgeries of that type. This meant you could have your family doctor remove warts, sew your fingers back together and many other things in addition to treating your illnesses. It was a sense of community and safety that developed. The ER was for real emergencies like heart attack, not a place to go where some unknown doctor would treat your baby’s ear infection.
Your comment about sewing fingers back together reminded of an incident involving a young neighbor when I was growing up. My father was a family physician for 30-years in the small town where I grew up. A neighbor's young son & a friend were dropping heavy rocks onto caps, to try & set them off. The caps (for a cap gun) came on a roll. At one point, the neighbor's son accidentally dropped a large rock on his sister's hand. She came running down the street to my father's office, with her pinky literally hanging by a thread of skin. My father had to re-schedule his patients for the rest of the afternoon, while he painstakingly re-attached her pinky. He made her return to the office every 2-3 days so he could check to see how her pinky was doing. In 2017, my brother attended his 50th high school reunion. This former young neighbor came up to my brother to proudly show him that she still had her pinky after all these years & that it worked just fine!
yep, our family Doc. Dr. Schiffbauer, long passed, sewed up my finger after it passed through a 20" floor fan in the Operating Room at the local hospital, not some surgeon. It's a bit crooked, but no problem I can't manage.
Warts, another doc. . . burnt them off with an electrical arc gadget. That was some sort of terror for me. . .Ha! Geez. Still alive, no PTSD that I know of, but I can be a jerk at times!
Beautiful man, beautiful essay. Thank you for an uplifting start to the day.
I will second that.
So true. God works in the shadows through the humble and contrite in heart, not through the proud evil doers of our day. Although ,he is sovereign over all, so even the evil doers do his bidding without their knowledge. He works all things to the good.