When I got into medical school, many people would say to me that I had made it in life. To them, medicine was a big deal because it was somewhat a comprehensive solution to all one’s needs. I’d make a decent living, have respect from nearly all men and attract a quality variety of ladies. And though these were not my primary reasons for joining the profession, I’ll admit that their impressions of the profession were pretty impressive.
My university does this cool thing where they send us off to the community for a month or two. In summary, we get to closely and extensively interact with the people we are trained to serve while we learn to serve them better. It’s nothing fancy, we get the basics while the rest we learn to fend for ourselves. Most notably, we cook for ourselves; we all take turns.