"meeting strangers at the last station"

In our line of duty we meet total strangers,some of those become routine acquaintances,others become friends.

Even those who we serve as a face,touch our lives in a unique way,they guide us at our own crossroad of life's experience.We talk if they can then we know who they are.

The short coming of a medical record is the division of a patient's life into a format which includes present compliant,history and examination.The time constraint of modern day medicine practice create lack of a personal touch.

I am honoured to know so many patients who in the beginning were total strangers,who then became friends.They left at their time of departure,but meeting those strangers at the last station make me think,the fundamental question:how much success in this world is the real success.

To some,the last station in their journey is a hospital bed with a Tracheotomy,Gastrostomy and a Foley's catheter.I wonder what would they have done differently if the foresight of their limitations at last station had been thought through before hand.Our basic needs to breath,to eat,to void can make us so incapacitated that at times no amount of name and fame can bring those back.

Life is a journey and the purpose of life is to live with experiences without missing the sight of departure at the last station.Good byes can be so long.
This can be our own story in making,a foresight of what is important now and what future will hold.