His Selfishness
A doctor reflects on his life and legacy.
His ability as a physician allowed people to look past his black skin. He had been a doctor for thirty five years. Now, he was the head of his department of surgeons. He led a team of twenty different doctors who knew what they were doing. It kept him within the framework of being the top of his game even if the top of his head showed gray.
His selfishness brought him to this level where he opened a package that read he would be honored by the DelaWhole Healthcare System.
He took off his glasses and looked at pictures.
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