When I was a third-year medical student on my obstetrics and gynecology rotation, I spent time working with an Ob-Gyn named Bruce who had a favorite line.
As he scanned the bellies of expectant mothers, he would ask:
“Do you have a name for the baby?”
If they did, he would enthusiastically discuss the name.
If they didn’t, he would grin and say:
“You know, if it’s a boy, Bruce is a pretty great name.”
As the rotation went on, I started doing admission histories and physicals for women arriving in labor.
They say we absorb our clinical style from our teachers.
So one day, while taking a history from a woman who had recently immigrated from Cape Verde, I decided to imitate my attending.
“Do you have a name for the baby?” I asked.
She told me she was still thinking about it.
Without much thought, I replied:
“Sachin is a pretty great name.”
She paused.
“What does it mean?”
I told her:
“It roughly translates as truth.”
She smiled.
“I like it.”
I was suddenly caught off guard.
What had started as a throwaway conversation starter borrowed from my attending had unexpectedly become something real. A few hours later, another “Sachin” was born into the world.
I have thought about that moment many times over the years.
Medicine gives us extraordinary access to people’s lives at moments of enormous vulnerability, hope, fear, and possibility. Sometimes we underestimate how much even small interactions can matter.
And sometimes, without realizing it, we leave pieces of ourselves behind in other people’s stories.
❤️
Fabrizio Delprete
Sei lì, sotto gli occhi del Mondo.
Hai appena concluso in maniera trionfale uno dei tie break più belli e folli della Storia del Tennis, strappando con le unghie e con i denti la vittoria risalendo dal baratro di un 4-0 che - specialmente contro un Meddy in versione deluxe - sarebbe stato sentenza inappellabile per chiunque. Ma non per te.
Sei lì, mentre stanno per premiarti per quella incredibile impresa.
Potresti pensare a tutto, potresti concederti qualsiasi gesto o smorfia. Tu no.
Tu sei lì, pochi minuti dopo aver strappato il record di tennista più giovane ad aver vinto TUTTI i migliori tornei sul cemento, anticipando di 6 anni - sei anni - Sua Maestà L’Infinito Dio Re Roger Federer.
Sei lì. Sei e potresti fare veramente tutto, anche solo farti banalmente i fatti tuoi.
Tu no.
Tu, in quel preciso momento, proprio mentre l’Universo intero assiste al rito laico della Scintilla di bagliore infinito s’è Accesa e Fulgida continua a risplendere, fai altro.
Tu, con dolcezza di padre che silente toglie briciola dal grembiule di figlio, tu togli un coriandolo dalla giacca dell’organizzatore.
Ecco, non riesco a smettere di pensare a quel gesto. Sì perché lì, in questo infinitesimale gesto di rispetto, cura, educazione e presenza c’è proprio tutta la grandezza di Jannik.
dear apple, the iPod needs to come back. not for nostalgia. for the parents who want their kids to love music and audiobooks without a browser, social media, and the whole internet attached to it
A recent study has demonstrated that continuous exposure to rose essential oil through inhalation can lead to measurable increases in gray matter volume in the human brain.
In this randomized controlled intervention, 50 healthy women participated: 28 in the experimental group applied rose essential oil to their clothing daily for one month, while 22 in the control group used plain water. Before and after the period, researchers used magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) to assess changes in brain structure. The results indicated a significant increase in gray matter volume (GMV) across the whole brain, with a particularly notable effect in the posterior cingulate cortex (PCC)—a region involved in memory processing, self-referential thinking, and emotional regulation. No significant changes occurred in areas like the amygdala or orbitofrontal cortex.
The olfactory pathway likely explains this effect: aromatic compounds from the rose oil travel directly to the limbic system, providing sustained stimulation that may promote neuroplasticity and help counteract age-related brain atrophy. The authors suggest this could have implications for dementia prevention, as the PCC is among the regions affected early in conditions like Alzheimer's disease.
This appears to be the first evidence that prolonged scent inhalation can induce structural changes in the adult human brain.
[Kokubun, K., et al. (2024). Continuous inhalation of essential oil increases gray matter volume. Brain Research Bulletin, 208, 110896. DOI: 10.1016/j.brainresbull.2024.110896]
I’m a realtor. The market is brutal right now. I had a young couple, first-time buyers. Pregnant, sweet, barely scraped together a down payment. They fell in love with a small bungalow. It was perfect. But then came the bidding war. Cash offers. $20k over asking. They didn't stand a chance. We sat in my car, and the wife was crying. "We're never going to find a home for the baby." I went to present their offer to the seller anyway. The seller was an elderly man named Arthur. He was moving to assisted living. He looked at the spreadsheet of offers. He saw the high numbers. Then he picked up the "Love Letter" my clients wrote—something most sellers ignore. Included was a picture of their sonogram. Arthur stared at it. "My wife and I bought this house in 1964," he said. "We raised three boys here. I carved their heights into the doorframe in the kitchen." He pushed the high cash offers aside. "I don't want an investor renting this out," he said. "I want that doorframe to be used." He sold it to my clients. For $10,000 under asking price. When I told them, they collapsed. Arthur left them a note on the counter when they moved in: "The house needs noise. Fill it with love."
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Oatmeal (and I think that’s rice and sourdough) made the cut! In all seriousness, assuming overall calories are kept in check and people exercise & get sun(day)light, this looks spot on. Maybe up the veggies a bit, add low sugar fermented foods like sauerkraut & this is great.
Friends, Christmas has become the most sophisticated sales funnel on earth. It’s no longer about God, it’s about your credit card. The sugar, the booze, the junk, the avalanche of gifts no one needs and everyone throws away is for them not you.
They sell you “memories” wrapped in debt, clutter, and zero cash flow. None of it makes you freer, richer, or actually happier a month from now.
Make Christmas contrarian again, be the weirdo who leaves the season with more money, more health, and more self-respect than you started with.