One day my mother felt a sharp pain in her eye. Having found out that she had a vessel in the eye, she went to the clinic to be examined and written a drop.
I got a ticket and sat in the hallway to wait. The pain was terrible, but even through the pain, holding her hand in the face, she saw the plaque on the door with her second eye and wondered, "Doctor Tsell. When did Zidane re-qualify? After all, all his life, for forty years he has been working in this clinic as an otolaryngologist.
When she went into the office and sat down, the doctor opened her card, wrote a number, looked at her gently and asked, "Well, what are we complaining about?" Mom: “My eye hurts” Doctor: “I understand. Open your mouth.”
Mother shrugged, but opened her mouth and even said, “A-a-a!” Tselel took the extender and said, “Let’s see what’s going on in the nose.” Mother: “I have a pain in my eyes.” The doctor said, “I’ll just look.” He looked at his nose and said, “Now let’s check the ears.” My mother’s nerves gave up. She said, “My eye hurts!” “Yes, my ears are okay.” There was a note on my mother’s card: “Receipt from Laura. There is no complaint.” After this, the doctor stood up, took his mother's hand, took him straight to the oculist's office, sat down and said to him, "Take her without a turn. Once again she sat down. Our idiots from the registry gave her the score wrong."
For me, this story is a story of people like Dr. Tselel, who day after day, day after day, just do their job and on whom everything in this life holds.