Glad you stopped by! My ideas for this site are ever in excess of my efforts to make them happen, but still you may enjoy having a look around.
am the third of three boys born to a Mennonite farm family in Lancaster
County PA. Although I grew up milking cows, I moved to Baltimore City
in the late 1990s as a volunteer and eventually went to college and
medical school there. I am now in a combined emergency medicine
and internal medicine residency training program in Delaware, where I
live with my wife and son. This site serves as a creative outlet for me
and as a means for others to catch a glimpse.
I have finally reached the end of the interview trail. I’ve spent a large portion of the past couple months traveling to various cities to visit their respective hospitals and residency programs. It was both exciting and exhausting. Although I went to cities I’d never been to, including Chicago and Minneapolis, and reconnected with a number of friends scattered about, I grew tired of responding to the query, “Do you have any more questions?”
These weeks of traveling came at the end of two months of "away rotations" in September and October. The first was an emergency medicine rotation at Christiana Care Health System in DE. October was spent in Hagerstown, MD on a required “rural” medicine month through the Western Maryland Area Health Education Center (AHEC).
Now there is just a week standing between me and another two months away. This time I am heading to southern Africa with Amy. First we will visit friends and my host family in Swaziland and then travel on to Zambia for a six-week clinical rotation at the Macha Mission hospital. We set up a blog where we will do our best to post pictures and updates while we’re gone. You can check it out by clicking here. We are scheduled to return just days before Match Day when I find out the end result of all this interviewing business.
The fall of 2008 marked the passing of two remarkable women. All told, they raised 18 children who were followed by 56 grandchildren and subsequently 90 great grandchildren. They were the mothers of my parents; I called them both Grandma: Susie Weaver Good and Mary Warfel Hess. At their funerals, back in Lancaster County, the families reunited to remember the beauty of these women’s lives. There was sadness, but also an overriding sense thankfulness for all that their lives had meant and gladness that they were no longer bound by the suffering of old age and disease. I was reminded once more how amazing it is to have such a large and loving family.