In a flurry of residency talks, indeed it's the only thing we talk about when we (m5s) meet. Seems that we're being pushed to make a choice re: our specialty too fast too furious, and final year medical students invariably project ourselves beyond the the barrier of MBBS and try to imagine ourselves as consultants.
"Am I a physician or a surgeon? Hmm, A&E seems a good mix of both" "So do I like kids or women more; carpentry of plumbing?" "Which hospital is best for me? I like the food in TTSH but the toilets in SGH....."
And so we go on, swept up with the tide of "progress" and "fast-tracking" (not that these are wrong, of course). So I thank God for reminding me that I'm not in this to be a consultant, or get somewhere in the shortest possible amount of time...I'm here to make a difference in the lives of the hurting. And that God's road to wherever He wants me to be might not be the shortest, but it definitely is the most character-building (and most fun); that labour's reward need not be the kind that is banked into my account every month, or even initialed to the back of my name on a wall.
O Lord, I wait upon You.
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