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Why do I go? When I was very young, my brother almost drowned. As he lay blue, and in my mind lifeless, I realized in a small way the fragility of life, and what a true gift it is... what a privilege it is to be here, each day a miracle... as he was returned to life, perhaps I began to understand a little more... I have been given so much in my life... the friendships and family that I cherish, the children and husband whom I hold close... the honor and privilege of being a doctor, of doing what I love with my life and being able, in a small way, to perhaps make a difference in the life of another. But with this privilege comes responsibility -- responsibility to try and give back a small part of all that I have been given. This I do know. I first went to help, to try and perhaps touch one life, one heart, one moment... yes. But I have learned that I also go to fulfill a need that is my heart, a thirst that is quenched each time I return. For it is in the giving that we receive, and in the receiving that we grow, and in the growing we become closer to knowing our God. -- Sylvia D. Campbell, MD FACS |
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