By: Jerry Petermann, 2016
Curious title? Yes, but illustrative for our discussion.
Often an analogy serves best to make a point. We will explore three.
In the world of pickles and whisky, a wooden barrel is the ideal storage vessel. Some people even advertise how their liquor or beer is aged in oak barrels. Laudable, as they even claim to make their barrels for that very purpose.
Now, in the construction of a well-made wooden barrel, the pieces known as staves, must be crafted with perfection to make a liquid tight construction. Even these “perfect” staves must be held in place by some external force; metal bands, to maintain integrity. Should some other external force be placed on the barrel, in most cases these bands will resist catastrophic failure. However, should an external force be applied to a single stave, the entire barrel might collapse, as together all are strong but individually, they are not.
By Jerry Petermann, 2016
It happened again! Once more I sat quietly listening to a friend go on and on about a trip to “The Doctor”.
Well, this dear friend was most certainly not referring to my virtual superhero, “The Doctor” on the British TV series Dr. Who. At least that fellow, if asked his name, can truthfully say, “I’m The Doctor”. Of course, all us fans know him to be a time-traveler of the entire universe and the very last of The Time Lords. But, that aside, he deserves the title; The Doctor.
I have a hard time with our virtual, God-like adoration of medical professionals in the USA; especially since recent statistics were made public on the ABC Evening News They stated that between 200,000 and 400,000 people die each year from medical mistakes in America. Let’s put that in prospective: at the 400,000 number it would be like hearing the news that 3 airliners with over 330 people on board each craft crashed every day for a whole year. Now, do you think that industry would even survive 1 month?
By Jerry Petermann
The other day a friend mentioned during morning coffee that a local man’s daughter who had become a successful doctor in San Antonio, TX had suffered a major heart attack. I winced. This was a girl who had been in high school with my own daughter. It only seemed to have been just a few years ago…
I have coffee two or three days a week at a local café at 4:30 A.M. with my friends of the R.O.M.E.O. Club…that’s Retired Old Men Eating Out. We, as every other morning coffee group of retired people across the
country, solve the problems of the community, the nation and the world. It’s press coverage we lack to get these solutions implemented…no matter.
The heart attack of this young woman again struck home, too close to home. Last week, we buried our founding member’s son-in-law (same age as the doctor) who had passed from advanced cancer (took him in 10 months). Yet, each of us are fairly healthy. We all garden and take life a little less serious – less stressful, most of the time.