Here’s a question I get pretty often: why feet? And I answer, because I love feet. And usually I’ll add a comment about how it’s a good thing I’m not a gastroenterologist or a urologist or something along those lines.
Another year has almost passed us by. Hard to believe that it’s been a year since we had a belly full of turkey - or a reasonable non-animal facsimile - and a mailbox full of boxes with smiley faces on them. Yes, my dear NYC podiatry patients, time to come down and back from the long weekend, face cyber Monday square in the eyes, and be mindful of our gifts, or something like that.
Let’s start by looking back a bit, shall we? In retrospect I am thankful that the things for which I I was thankful last year and have – thankfully - continued to be overt and abundant. My functional two feet are connected to my two bony and slightly muscular legs, which in turn propel a wondrous and amazing machine that sees, hears, feels, reasons and runs, and the last one is especially gratitude inspiring. Those feet also transport me from a warm home - literally and figuratively - into a warm office full of dear NYC podiatry patients in various states of warm and who, for the most part, appreciate and value the care and service and whom it is a joy and privilege to treat. Of course thankful for friends and family, and for the fact that the latter outnumbers the former by a considerable margin. I am also thankful for the upbringing that taught me to be thankful, and to realize the gifts for which I am thankful are different from everyone else’s - although we all have something. And yes I’m even thankful for an America that was great, is still great, and because I’m a consummate optimist, I believe will remain so. To paraphrase Churchill, it’s the worst country in the world - except for all the others. It’s our diverse land of struggle and opportunity, charity and wealth, division and unity, and it’s available to all with a dream, desire, and a little grit.
Well, then guess it’s back to the shopping, leftovers, and not talking politics. Hoping for a great end to the year and an even better start to next year. Thanks for listening and reading this most holy, sacred, hallowed, and - special for this week - boring blog. Looking forward to continuing to treat and connect with my dear NYC patients next year and far beyond, as long as we still have healthcare, a government and some semblance of a country, and of course I remain wholly optimistic and looking forward to being wrong. And on that note, happy holidays!
See you in the office.
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