III do greet your eyes of? guila!, and your eyes of Lynx that allow you to view the tortuous intricacies of challenging flooded Anatomy of tumours and diseases. I welcome your Lion heart! and your Bravura that makes you strong and large, bleeds, adhesions and imponderables. salute your hands on women! that make you smooth, human and generous to the fierce pain. salute your bloody hands! that represents the triumph of surgery. greeting from your science, your art and your faith!, because in any nook of the soul, you acrisolas a prayer, that is always needed in this struggle, greet your understanding which Stork!, with which combines your innate vehemence. salute your wisdom which Dolphin! salute speed which Gazelle! Of your reflexes. MasterClass is full of insight into the issues.
salute the orientation which Dove! Your decision-making greet your canid which smell!…To foresee the risks. salute your adrenaline! Perpetual fragrance in your life & nbs p; & n bsp; & nbs p; & n bsp; & nbs p; & n bsp; & nbs p; Iithe life of a Surgeon, it is certainly beautiful and sublime life, resting on the pristine cushions of the priesthood and the apostolate, living as every man, in the midst of flaws and virtues, but in the operating room are touched by God, with a sweeping force that makes their bodies of steel and gold their souls & nb sp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nb sp; & nbsp; & n bsp; & nbs p; It is a certainly lofty life, transits dampened adrenaline, by the colourful moors of daring and bravery, multiplies and rejoices in the happiness of their patients and when arrives the time of the end, nobody can with more calm and tranquility, sleep during Supreme, simply you listen, echoes from the silent tissue of the spirit and whisper to their conscience that has done more good than harm in this world and that in this valley of joys and sorrows, glories and miseries, their bloody hands have relieved more suffering than the pain she may have caused and which Carnation or a rose has lived what carnations and roses live!. & nbsp; & nb sp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nb sp; & nbsp ; & nbsp; & nb sp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nb sp; I was a joyous, vehement and happy man I had in a year, a day that tucked me sadness and I inherited the Diving Bell of one sentenced to death, which only waited their turn, but at the end I recovered my life, blessed by God, in an operating theatre and in the bloodied hands of surgeons. & n bsp; & nbs p; & n bsp; & nbs p; & n bsp; Original author and source of the article