My husband and I just rolled back into town after spending two nights in a hotel without the boys. Sounds lovely, right? We were in the city of brotherly love, my husband’s birthplace, but not for the purpose of love, brotherly or otherwise. No, instead yesterday morning Will had a “sports hernia” repair which is outpatient surgery that only a few surgeons in the country do. In fact, this surgeon has performed this exact procedure on Detroit Tigers Justin Verlander and Miguel Cabrera just since October. His list of famous patients is extensive, and spans pretty much all professional sports.
But what I found really interesting about the whole experience was how this physician and his staff did not seem to show any favoritism. They treated Will like a king. The surgeon was very personable when he came to talk with me post-surgery, giving the impression that he had all day to answer any questions that I might have. Last night while we relaxed in the hotel, the surgeon texted Will to see how he was doing. Then this morning he called.
I answered Will’s phone because he was in the bathroom.
“Oh, yes,” I said, “He is doing very well. Thanks so much for calling.” But that wasn’t good enough.
“Well, can I talk to him?” he asked.
Why is it so striking to encounter a professional who is also this personable? I mean how much time does it really take to make very small gestures which happen to make a huge impact? And I’m certain this surgeon called Verlander and Cabrera, but how great that he also calls Will and Joe Shmoe.
The Bible says this doctor has it right. We aren’t supposed to show favoritism. In fact, it says that “grumblers, malcontents, and loud-mouthed boasters” show favoritism to gain advantage. (Jude 16). And James wrote half a chapter on the sin of partiality. (James 2:1-13).
As I was standing in line for coffee at the hotel this morning, the gentleman, Carlos, who cleaned our room yesterday, asked about Will.
“Hello,” he said, “How is your husband recovering?”
Again very small gesture, but very meaningful and kind. You think it really is the city of brotherly love? We could see Lincoln Financial Field from our hotel room, and I’m pretty sure that’s not the most loving place on earth!
Either way, may I show no favorites and remember always how little gestures can mean so much.