Have you ever felt your life change in but an instant? Most of you may know what I am talking about.
Maybe, the moment a loved one passed away?
Or, the moment you fell in love with your future spouse?
Possibly, when you won an award for something?
Those moments are great and all, but they are not what I am going to talk about today.
Today, I want to talk about a micro moment. A micro moment is such a small event it may seem insignificant. However, micro moments continue to change my life everyday. They may mean nothing to the friend or stranger that spoke or acted, but they significantly impacted my life.
Here is one of my micro-moments:
At my medical school, we have fake patient encounters. This allows us to practice the clinical side of medicine. Towards the end of my first semester, I had a fake clinical encounter scheduled. The entire first semester I faced a lot of adversity. I was at a school I did not intend on going to. I had not found many friends. I was struggling to keep up academically with my peers. I did not have much support. And day in and day out I was reminded that I was not good enough. I thought about quitting every night. It would be so easy wouldn’t it?
It is time for my patient encounter. I knock on the door and have a patient who apparently is experiencing burning sensation in his chest. I started the exam and ask him exactly where the pain is located. I talk to him like I would with any other patient, but he stops me midway through taking his patient history.
My first thought was that I royally screwed up.
Patients are not supposed to break out of character during these encounters.
It is a no no.
So, for him to do this I must have said or done something pretty bad.
He starts shaking his head.
My palms start to get very sweaty.
My heart rate is elevated.
He looks me dead in the eyes and says,
Shocked by his compliment I did not know what to say.
Over the entire first semester, positive words were not what my ears were used to hearing.
The man continued to explain why he thought I would make an excellent doctor.
This conversation lasted a minute or so and that was it.
I never saw the man again.
In my bedroom, above the light switch, is an index card with this man’s praise. His comment to me, on that random day in November, gave me the hope in myself that I was missing. He could have just gave me a good score and moved on with it.
He stopped me dead in my tracks and filled me with encouragement.
He told me to fulfill what I was meant to do.
He saw a future me that I did not think existed.
It is our duty to create these micro moments for the friends and strangers around us.
Let us always remember this today, and live a life of love and encouragement.