While talking with some of my university classmates, we started to remember situations that we lived through in our youth as students. We found many episodes that we realize were bitter experiences with some professors who gave us important subjects about health.
Among them, the professor of internal medicine was a very scary person. All of us high school graduates did not respect him, but feared him. He had a reputation from when he got into a fight with a high school graduate, that’s what they called us before we graduated as doctors, and he made the student's life so impossible that he couldn’t graduate because he made it impossible for him to pass the subject.
One of my classmates struggled so much with him, because every day when he was evaluating patients he would question her, only her. Of course with her nerves always present at some points she would doubt her own answers, and then he would take advantage of it to keep asking.
He had the habit of running his medications through something he called the tunnel. He would pass whatever medicine he had through a period of testing to see if it was worthy of remaining among those that were really useful or if it was just a small adjustment that he made when he used it.
In that way he would put many medications through the tunnel and from there he would tell us his experiences with them and whether we should use them with confidence or with caution or never use them at all.
Today, when we talk about those times of scares, of presenting patients to specialists and overcoming many stages, we laugh a lot because of the traumas that his thoughtless behavior generated in many cases.
Life gives you so many reasons to smile that even events that were once terrible are funny when you remember them. Sometimes remembering the trauma they caused us today makes us laugh and we laugh as hard as we can at the way they frightened us. Today we look at those who are still alive and we don't know why we feel so much fear.
And it’s not that it was only one person who felt fear, we were many, and we suffer day after day the mistreatment, shouting, insults and then there is today, when we remember with a lot of laughter which is an infallible remedy.
We must laugh. We must always laugh. Life is as we see it, it does not mean that something will break forever but that we have one more obstacle in life and it’s depending on how we see it that we will be masters of the world or not.
Feeling hatred, resentment, sadness, resentment for people who once treated us badly because of their own ways of life, because of their own traumatic experiences are not worth remembering with sadness. We should not waste our valuable time in the pain that the memory causes, we must overcome that memory and laugh. Laugh at the way we saw life at the time. Laugh at how we were treated at the time. Be thankful for the experience we have today.
Turn the pages of life and be happy and laugh, laugh a lot, as much as possible. Celebrate life, the memories, bless the people who passed through our lives and served as stepping stones to a better life.
My classmates and I will always remember that blissful tunnel through which our unappreciated professor passed his medications.
Every time I hear about that tunnel I can only smile at the bitter memory that we lived or that he wanted us to live.
The lives of my classmates and mine were marked for life by these memories that we will never forget because they are part of who we are today. We are mature people remembering people who had in their hands the responsibility to teach the best of what they had, but some of them only dedicated themselves to create fear among the people they were in charge of.
But what they don't know is that we laughed a lot about those experiences that strengthened our character. We managed to pass all the subjects of each of those teachers who terrified us, both those who treated us with sarcasm and those who treated us with respect. To all of them we wish the best in their lives and to those who are now not among the living we wish them to be in a better place than where they were before, because they didn’t learn to be happy but despots. But everything has its end and that is where we are all going.
And the best thing is to do good and receive the blessings of life and laugh as much as possible because we just don’t know what will happen next.
I love to laugh and it is always nice to remember how good times you had with those who you laughed with. It is also a good thing if you make somebody laugh. People will remember you as a funny person.