I was heading to the front desk, asking the clerk to add a patient to my clinic panel, someone who needed to be seen for a same-day visit. As I was walking away, a young lady stepped in front of me.
"Do you remember me?" she asked.
"I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I don't." I scrutinized her features, trying to jog my memory.
"Well I remember you," she said, taking her cellphone out of her purse. She pulled up a photo of a gorgeous young boy. "His name is Dylan, and I wanted to thank you for saving him. He's bright and strong and joyful."
I was speechless. So I gave her a hug, and told her that her son was beautiful. I apologized to her again, for not recognizing her.
She smiled and said "Don't worry. You may not remember me, but I will always remember you."
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