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<\/a><\/p>\nWearing a gown, mask and gloves, Dr. Chakravarty, entered the room where Mr. Johnson was resting accompanied by his physician assistant and a CCU nurse. The patient was overweight. Various wires from his chest and IV plastic tubes hooked up to machines were chirping like crickets. An oxygen mask covered his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoc, will I make it?\u201d Mr. Johnson asked weakly, the words indistinct.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure. You will. Let me check you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Chakravarty adjusted the mask covering the patient\u2019s face. He was shocked because he recognized the patient, the man who had shouted at him to go back to India.<\/p>\n
The doctor thought, \u201cShall I treat him here and likely save his life? If complications develop by chance, his family may think that I didn\u2019t give proper care because of the parking lot incident. Perhaps to avoid any unpleasantness, I should shift him to another hospital. But this may take another hour or two, and meanwhile he may die. Help me God, what shall I do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Chakravarty excused himself for a minute and went to the physician\u2019s lounge. He took a picture of Goddess Kali from his wallet and placed it on the table. He took several deep breaths and prayed. \u201cO, Kali Mother, give me the strength of equanimity at this juncture. I\u2019m trained to save lives. Give me the courage and confidence to do so now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Chakravarty and his staff wheeled Mr. Johnson to the Cath Lab and successfully placed a stent. Afterward the patient was moved to the recovery room. The doctor dictated the operation notes and came to the recovery room to check on the patient.<\/p>\n
Mr. Johnson lay on the gurney. Dr. Chakravarty stood next to him watching the monitors for a few minutes. The patient began to move.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Johnson, are you all right?\u201d The doctor spoke softly.<\/p>\n
Johnson sluggishly turned his head towards the voice and slowly opened his eyes pushing away the cobwebs of sedation.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came early to the ER. That helped. You\u2019re lucky.\u201d Dr. Chakravarty removed his gloves and mask and dropped them in the garbage bin.<\/p>\n
Johnson stared at the doctor. \u201cYou\u2019re the guy I ran into at the parking lot.\u201d He said slowly and lowered his eyes. He was speechless for a minute. Then he said feebly without looking at the doctor, \u201cYou saved my life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Doc, for what I said the other day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it. You should rest now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Johnson looked at Dr. Chakravarty and said, \u201cGive me your hand. If you hadn\u2019t been here, I\u2019d be dead now.\u201d He firmly held the doctor\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoc, don\u2019t go anywhere. You\u2019re needed here.\u201d<\/p>\n
(All the names in the story are fictitious.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The sun had already set and the parking lot was dimly lit. Dr. Chakravarty slowly backed his Lexus at the Best-Deals store parking area in Brookville Town situated in a rural area at the outskirts of Los Angeles. He heard a thud and felt a jerk. Another vehicle had backed into his car. The doctor…<\/p>\n