A Lesson in Poverty

Today I started working in the hospital located in the center of a bustling metropolis. As I walked toward the endoscopy suite, I could feel my confidence build. I had been well trained and I was ready. But after training in the United States for 7 years, the decision to come back to India was not an easy one. Most of my Indian friends who had gone to the States for advanced training had opted to stay. I had always wanted to return to India. Almost everyone advised me against leaving the States. Nor was it easy to convince my wife. But through my training I had honed my endoscopy skills to a fine degree and felt I could get access to the most difficult bile duct, could snare the most mischievous polyp, could be successful where many might have failed. And I had always felt that my country needed me. With my advanced training, I could return to help my people. I knew I would make a lot less money, but that had never been my priority. …