Reflections on medicine

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It was in rural Indiana that my dad, a fresh-faced Syrian immigrant with ambitions for the land of opportunity, settled down and began practicing medicine. There, among cornfields and winding railroads, I was raised with all the incomparable charm and hospitality of small town America. I have countless memories of encountering my dad’s patients at the local grocery store or library, where they would greet us with the kindness, warmth, and…

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