When I was a kid, my father, a doctor, would take me along with him when he made his rounds at the hospital.
I was always amazed at his focus and humanity. While my father was asking insightful questions of his patients, I was dreaming about lunch at the Strathmore Deli in Manhasset…I could just taste the roast beef piled high, steak-cut fries and huge vanilla milkshake (too much sharing here?).
Back to my father. I was enamored with his sincerity and genuine interest in whatever his patient said to him. He was as calm and collected as you’d want a surgeon to be. He had a great way of getting more information from his patients which helped him provide better care. His trick? Asking the right open ended questions. Read more