I don’t have that many stories to show my Jesuit teaching, but this one sticks out in my mind – to this day, especially around Christmas time.  It happened more than 20 years ago.

In the early 1990s, exact year I can’t remember (likely ’93 or 94), there was a large influx of refugees from Yugoslavia into North America escaping their civil war.  I remember the period, because before around 2000, I used to keep my in-the-mall clinic open twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, to 8 PM to accommodate working class patients who could not get time off their day job, and I was always busy after 6 PM.

It was a very cold snowy evening about a week before Christmas.  Continue reading…