Transition to Practice: A Journey to Authenticity David C. Leach, M.D. Executive Director, ACGME February 22, 2007 Objectives To enjoy some poems To examine the formation of health professionals as a journey To imagine institutional culture as it ought to be
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David C. Leach, M.D.
Executive Director, ACGME
February 22, 2007
There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice-
though the whole house
began to tumble
and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
but you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do.
…little by little,
As you left their voices behind,
The stars began to burn
Through sheets of clouds,
And there was a new voice
Which you slowly
Recognized as your own,
That kept you company
As you strode deeper and deeper
Into the world,
Determined to do
The only thing you could do-
Determined to save
The only life you could save.
Discerning and telling the truth
Putting what is good for the patient before what is good for the professional
Beauty in judgment
Reality cannot be known with certainty
Reality is a social construct
Perception is reality
Analogy – spin doctors
Reality does exist
It can be known
Analogy –real nurses/doctorsAt this time we live in a culture….:Postmodernism vs Critical Realism
I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing,
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as
goes to the next as a blossom,
and that which came to me as
goes on as fruit.