Once upon a time, there was a doctor. He had a patient. The patient had an accident. The patient, I'll call him, Fred, decided to go to a doctor who administered natural treatment. His former doctor was insulted that Fred didn't come to him for treatment. He became cool towards Fred and barely returned his greeting. Fred felt bad. He became angry that the doctor was more interested in having him as a patient than in having him healed. It was hard enough to be crippled. The doctor's behavior added more injury to his injury. Finally, he realized that it was the doctor's problem and not his own. He wondered at the heart of a doctor who cared more about having patients than he cared about the patients well-being. He thought that a real doctor would be happy that another doctor's treatment was helping him to recover from his accident.
Perhaps his doctor forgot why he had become a doctor in the first place. Perhaps it was time for the doctor to search out his heart and see what was the matter. Perhaps then, there would be hope that the doctor would not be called doctor because of his degrees. Perhaps then, the doctor would be called doctor because he wanted others whole, no matter who brought the healing.
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