So, I love my doctor.
The guy is great. I’ve seen him pretty much since we moved to Georgia, and I love the guy. Calls it like he sees it and has a great sense of humor. (Or at least my kind of humor.)
Example: For whatever reason, I have a really low resting heart rate. At one physical, it was 49. The next year, it was 42. The next it was 35. His take? “At this rate, You have five years left.” (I’m fine, by the way. Apparently, I wasn’t eating enough Bojangle’s. A few biscuits and boxes later, and we’re all good.)
A couple years later, I had my physical during flu shot season. He asked me if I wanted the shot. The conversation went like this.
Me: No. I don’t get the flu.
Him: You don’t get the flu?
Him: You’re a pastor, right?
Him: Kids there?
Him: Wanna kill ’em?
Him: You’re not getting the shot for you. You’re getting it for other people who might get really sick.
Me: rolling up my sleeve.
People, sometimes you don’t make decisions based solely on what works for you. You make decisions based on what’s best for everyone. Now would be a good time to employ that thought process.