Jose didn’t flinch and refused to touch my peace-offering even as it sat in front of him
I don’t exactly look like the rough-and-tumble bouncer type, which is why some of my patients have asked me about the cap hanging on my coat rack emblazoned with an official “Hospital Security” insignia. Truth is, I still wear that cap I received back as an intern it keeps my head protected from the Jerusalem elements, and keeps my heart focused on always trying to make a kiddush Hashem.
“Be nice to the nurses,” the older medical students would advise us as we started our clinical rotations. “They’re your best friends or your worst enemies.”