I first saw him in the casualty. He was around 5 feet 6 inches, chubby and fair. He looked around 30 years of age. But what struck me the most was the innocence on his face. It was a rare, virgin form of innocence. One that you only find on the face of a newborn. Strange, I thought and started to go through his chart. 

40year old, started having seizures at the age of 1, on medication since he was 6 years old. Borderline IQ, his chart said. Now that explains his innocence!! 

I spoke to him. His talk was infused with as much innocence as his face. His mother and father were by his side. Doting parents, there were such humble and understanding people. This family had stolen my heart; stolen it and dusted it off all the irritation, annoyance and anger that had ensnared it. I prayed a desperate prayer in my head for this patient’s health as I made the arrangements to have him shifted to the ward. 

Each time I met him and his father in the ward, there was a tiny tremor in my heart. I think it was the joy  that goodness still existed in this broken world. Everyone was struck by his child like antiques and the simplicity of his thought processes. I watched with a smile as my unit chief’s face unknowingly reflected the same expression as our patient’s. And only then did i realise i was wearing the same!

7 days later, he was better. We had done a bone marrow biopsy and the report was pending. I prayed that his report would not be painful. I watched as he scooped out the passion fruit in his hand and enjoyed it with all his heart. I silently thanked him for not having enough IQ to be influenced by the atrocities of this world. He was indeed blessed! And he had been a blessing to me- a reminder of the traces of goodness in this crumbling world.


Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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