Dear JetBlue Airways, I realize this is a bit unorthodox, but I wanted to officially declare my love for your airline on this Valentine's Day. You have given back to our family the gift of travel. Let me explain.
Millions of couples marry each year. Like my son and his fiancée, and my husband and I, they'll step into marriage bright-eyed, optimistic, ready to give it their all. The good news: despite all the challenges that marriage can bring, a vast majority of them will succeed.
"I'm not perfect," I told my teen. "I made a mistake, and I'm sorry." Still, as we sat down for dinner, Super Bowl hum in the background, my daughter continued to make her point. Yes, she was right, but that wasn't the point I wanted to make.
Lately I've been seeing a lot of articles on this subject, and I am amazed that anyone at all feels the need to itemize, explain, elucidate and otherwise point out how rich people are different from people who are not rich. For one thing, and it seems rather obvious, rich people have more money.
I carry you with me. I am your nurse. So when you don't see me, please know that I'm near. Your life is my responsibility -- your livelihood, my pride. We carry you with us: on scribbled notes in pockets, through aching within worn bodies -- forever in our minds.
Whether it's the woman in front of you who fully reclines her seat during the meal service, or the man behind you who keeps jabbing the touch screen like it's done him wrong, a ticket to fly does not grant one license to jettison manners.
Hopefully sharing this new science of kindness helps all of us -- physicians and patients alike -- to see in new ways how and why kindness heals and even more importantly how being kind results in one living a longer -- and happier -- life.
While we are developing more and more ways to extend life, we have also provided water and nutrients to a forest of unrealistic expectations that have real-time consequences for those frail bodies that have been entrusted to us.