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On the day I swore to uphold the Hippocratic oath, the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I waited for lightning to strike. Who was I, vowing calmly among all these necktied young men to steal life out of nature's jaws, every old time we got half a chance and a paycheck?... I could not accept the contract: that every child born human upon this earth comes with a guarantee of perfect health and old age clutched in its small fist.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the immense responsibility and ethical considerations of medical professionals in the face of human fragility.
Barbara Kingsolver's quote encapsulates the moral weight that medical professionals feel when they take the Hippocratic oath. It highlights the profound realization that, despite the aspiration for healing and preserving life, there is an inherent unpredictability and limitation in human health that cannot be guaranteed, evoking a sense of humility and introspection about the role of doctors in society.
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In practice
Example use cases
A healthcare leader could use this quote during a conference on medical ethics to highlight the profound responsibilities of physicians.
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