There was a time I was not a normal guy in IT. I used to be a diagnosticians for pediatric haemato-oncology. I used to work long hours some times days on end searching for that elusive last piece of puzzle to confirm the diagnosis. Life was never the same every day

My routine always has a morning shower and a quick breakfast thinking of yesterday's sample and if the patient I gave the report is ok. We rarely met patients most times it was the eager relatives who used to find the holed up secluded lab at the end of the corridor

We had spare time we used to call the wards and ask about the patients wellbeing. Most times we used to get positive news but the off chance we get a negative we work harder to diagnose samples quicker. We knew it does not make a difference but the human heart

Thinks if I diagnosed it early there could be a chance . Yes it was taxing but every cell of our bodies strived for accurate reports. It so happed one day I was on the cytometer and the microscopy team dint realize it was a specific type which needed immediate treatment

I was running like a mad man to the doctor's lounge to find the attending on the case to tell him. On lookers never knew why I was running my lab team knew what has happened and been paging the doctor in the mean time. It was stupid of me to think I will be faster than a pager

But at that instance that's all I could think off. I ran to the lounge by which time the doctor had seen his page was heading out seeing me run he knew what I was going to tell him. He took me to the ward for first time to see a patient

I was in tears of happiness as I believed that me running made a difference. Treatment regimen started and the kid went in to remission as per schedule, what stuck me was I received a birthday card a few months later address as
" The guy who came running"

The child remembered me like that but the fact was they had forgotten my name and the doctor told them why I was running. A moment I will never forget. They came to the hospital after to call me in person. I asked if I was allowed to go to a patient's party.

I was told that there is nothing stopping me from going as it's my personal time. I was thinking what to buy as a gift, I went to Argos and to the catelog to see what I should get and found a doll house I never knew of the child had one or not

Taking it with total uncertainty on what to do when I go there with a room full of strangers, as I rang the bell and walked in I had some one hug me tight , it was the child. That was the day I felt what I did made a difference

With inspiration from @balasibra108 @chittukuruvi4 @wataboutery @HelloNNewman @KumarSarangapa1 @shreikanth