I sat with my friend in a quaint coffee shop watching the tears stream down her face. Yet, she wasn't crying about anything she was going through -- she was lamenting for me. I was updating her on a recent encounter with my [former] doctor, where I had been disrespected, humiliated, and disregarded. She had plenty of unsavory words for my doctor as I shared my story. The first thing she asked was, "What did you say to him?" I responded, "I didn't say anything, really. I left the office and prayed for him in my car." Her eyes were as wide as the coffee mugs we were drinking out of. "You prayed for him?! That would have been my last response!" On that day in my doctor's office, … [Read more...]