After 24 years, it has finally happened…
While flying home from Mexico today they paged overhead for a physician to help with a sick passenger. I was able to help, and it felt so great.
When I was 26, I was working as a consultant and liked my work well enough. I was good at it but it was not a calling.
On a flight home from the east coast, a woman in the row in front of me complained of chest pain. The flight attendants paged overhead for a physician on board and an older gentleman with a black leather bag answered the call. They cleared out her row and he took care of her by giving her some medicine (I now know that it was probably aspirin and nitroglycerin), hooking up the oxygen, and talking to her.
From my seat directly behind them, I could hear all that they said. To me, the questions he asked and the things he said seemed so straightforward that anyone could have asked or said them, but because he was a doctor, she felt better and we did not divert.