“That sure is a good looking son you have there, Doc.”
He had been staring intently at the pictures of my baby boy as I had run to grab a ton of sample drugs for him. We had several pictures posted on the wall at the nurses’ station.
The man was without health insurance. I had been treating him and his family for years and I knew he needed the help as they were struggling financially. I genuinely liked him.
“Thank you!” I replied, puffing up a bit with a mother’s pride. My boy was incredibly handsome. I had certainly won the lottery.
“How old is he now?”
He nodded thoughtfully, taking his sack of meds, and left.
Three weeks later he was arrested for molesting his grandkids and his mentally handicapped step child. He had been doing it for years… the years I had been seeing them all in my clinic.
How did I miss that?
I took down the photos of my son. The wall has remained empty ever since.