consultant anaesthetist @rohnhsft : enthusiast of perioperative medicine : wholehearted believer in the strength of medical leadership in healthcare #integrity
Men must be active allies in creating safer, more inclusive environments –
Awareness MUST lead to action.
"EVERY THREE DAYS A WOMEN IS KILLED BY A MAN. IT'S NOT RARE. IT’S EVERYWHERE.
SHE WAS MY DAUGHTER / MY MOTHER / MY NIECE / MY SISTER.
VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN IS ENABLED BY MISOGYNY AND SILENCE.
EVERY JOKE, COMMENT OR ACTION THAT DEGRADES WOMEN FEEDS THE PROBLEM.
THIS IS A MAN’S ISSUE. WE STARTED IT AND WE HAVE THE POWER TO STOP IT.
MEN MUST CHALLENGE MEN.
MEN CAN SET THE STANDARD. WE CAN CALL OUT HARMFUL BEHAVIOURS.
REAL STRENGTH IS RESPECT, WE MUST SPEAK UP, STEP IN AND SHUT DOWN ABUSE.
WHEN MEN CHALLENGE MEN, CULTURE CHANGES.
DON’T JUST “NOT DO IT” — STOP OTHERS DOING IT.
SILENCE IS PERMISSION.
SPEAKING UP IS PROTECTION.
THIS STARTS WITH MEN – IT ENDS WITH US TOO."
“Male allyship saves lives.”
#ChangingCultureSavingLives
#FromGrieftoAction
#HardHatsOpenMindsSaferFutures
@AltOnChain@MartinSLewis Finally - fourth reply in - actually you don’t agree with what he said initially. You’re a predictable phenotype. It’s actually often worse towards women, partly because the subconscious reference point is that a woman shouldn’t have spoken her opinion in the first place
“You have to become more aware of what’s going on” 💬
To learn more about the importance of understanding players, watch our latest Coachcast episode featuring James Riches.
"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces.
But I see everything.
Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments.
One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?"
"6:15," he said, confused.
"Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it."
He blinked. "You... you can do that?"
"I can now," I said.
Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?"
"Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing."
He cried. Right there in the parking lot.
Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic.
But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!"
"Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel."
He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us."
The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over."
Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it.
But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note,
"Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends"
People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket.
I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece."
So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones.
Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees.
It's not glamorous. But it's everything."
Let this story reach more hearts....
Credit: Mary Nelson
Hundreds of cars drove past the double amputee sitting by his tent, ignoring the hero in the wheelchair. One biker finally hit the brakes and refused to look away.
Sergeant Walter, 91, wears his Vietnam Veteran cap every day. It's the one piece of dignity he has left. He lost both his legs years ago, complications from old injuries and the hard life on the concrete. For the last decade, he has lived in a tent on the side of a busy road. He's become part of the background—people walk by, look at their phones, and pretend not to see the wheelchair or the man fading away inside it.
Jax, a large biker with a heavy beard and leather cut, was stopped at the red light. He looked over and saw the empty pant legs and the weary look in Walter's eyes. He didn't wait for the light to change. He pulled his bike onto the sidewalk, cut the engine, and walked over. He didn't stand over the old man; he dropped to his knees on the dirty pavement to look him in the eye.
"Sir, you're a hero," Jax said, his voice shaking with emotion as he took the veteran's hand. "You shouldn't be out here, not like this. Please, let me help you. I can't just ride away and forget I saw you."
Walter looked at the big man, stunned. Tears welled up in his tired eyes. "Son," he whispered, his voice raspy from lack of use. "I've been out here a long time. Folks don't stop. You're the first in a while."
Jax tightened his grip on Walter's hand, fighting back his own tears. "Then let me be the one to change it." Jax didn't just offer words. He called his club brothers, who were riding a few miles behind. Within thirty minutes, they had packed up Walter's tent. They didn't take him to a crowded city shelter. The club sponsored a private room at a local veteran's lodge, paid in full for the year. Walter slept in a clean, warm bed that night, not because the government stepped in, but because one stranger refused to leave a soldier behind.
I’ve been a student and worked in the NHS for 40 years, I don’t need a career politician telling me ‘ministers are in a fight to save the NHS’, it’s the staff who are up to their necks in that fight and currently subsidising it with their pay.
BREAKING: Moments ago in Boyle Heights, CA, two federal immigration vehicles rammed into a white sedan carrying three individuals. Agents then appeared to fire a chemical agent into the car before detaining the driver.
A woman in the vehicle, sounding visibly shaken, insisted that all occupants are American citizens.
Protesters are beginning to surround the area now.
This response seems wildly excessive.
📹: Sean Beckner-Carmitchel
It was always inevitable a new pay dispute would arise. By accepting the previous deal without securing a firm commitment to full pay restoration, we’ve surrendered a significant amount of leverage.
"It was enough for you then..."
This table shows an hourly pay for doctors and #physicianassociates
Doctors only start to out earn a PA by 5th year post graduation IF they progress through their career without any breaks, but around 80% of doctors do FY3. So in reality, most only start to out earn PA in PGY 6
Great chart below/right from @TheIFS about ridiculous tax cliff at £100k cuasing *obscene* marginal tax rates.
But you can draw a very similar chart (left) for higher earning doctors affected by the stupid & ill-conceived #taper which is **really damaging** waiting list recovery @wesstreeting@RachelReevesMP
Doctors want to help with waiting lists, but they cannot #PayToWork
RT if you want government to finally #ScrapTheTaper
IMPORTANT: Despite unprecedented failures @nhs_pensions admin in #AnnualAllowance this year, you're STILL required to self-assess by HMRC by 31st Jan 25
FREE help/tools 👇
Instructional video: https://t.co/6QwfPPcZ7c
FREE Tool: https://t.co/qXxndVfnm7
Pls RT/shr/whatsapp/FB
As more & more people #KnowYourNumbers and have worked out the considerable risk of #PayingToWork people either have to stop work, or like the message below, stop working for the NHS directly @wesstreeting
Needlessly spending money the NHS doesn't have to prevent people who want to help, not having to pay out of their pockets, for the privilege of helping.
Please RT if you agree the #taper needs fixing
Most people think of “retirement” as a point in time when everything suddenly changes. One day you’re working full time, the next you’re doing… nothing.
It's kind of crazy—and it leads to all sorts of problems later in life.
A better way to think about it is as a sliding scale…
When you’re young, work *by necessity* is the organizing pursuit in your life. You have no control so you do whatever it takes to pay the bills and put food on the table. Work dominates your time and is the biggest part of your identity.
But over time the goal should be to slowly gain control of your time and to build an identity that is *multi-dimensional*.
The thing is (and this is the whole point of this post):
👉This WILL NOT happen unless you’re deliberate about it.
There are seasons in life and there’s definitely a season for grinding but *do it with the end in mind*. Start planting seeds for the next season.
This is especially challenging for men, who are told by society that we ARE our work. Exhibit A: When someone asks, “What do you do?” it goes without saying that they’re asking about your job.
There are some major problems with this paradigm:
1) Over time your work will lose its luster. Most of the time when people say “I love my work” what they’re really saying is “work is all I have”. I promise you there is more to life than closing deal number 1001.
2) As you get older, you *need* to devote more time to your health if you want to continue performing at a high level in all aspects of life.
3) Being 1-dimensional is a missed opportunity to pursue things you’re truly passionate about while you’re still young. You have to create space for those passions to emerge.
I’ve seen it over and over in the C-suite, among “the most successful people”. It’s people—mostly men—with lots of money and status but empty lives. It’s more the rule than the exception. That should alarm you!
Ask me how I know…
I was on that track until an epiphany in my mid-40’s led to some major changes.
Now at 54 I’m still passionate about my work and will never “retire”. Heck, I may even make one more hard burn if the right opportunity arises.
But I’ve gained control of my time and, right on schedule according to the chart below, my work only represents about 25% of my identity. The rest is:
—Family (not just doing the minimum but making it a top priority)
—Health & longevity (many hours each week)
—Rock climbing (15-20 hours/week)
—Personal projects (writing, etc.)
—Traveling (without constraints)
—Making space for serendipity (having the freedom to say YES spontaneously)
This is the way.
The Taliban have begun shutting down women-only cafes in Herat, Afghanistan, erasing rare safe spaces for women to gather and work. At least three cafes have closed, with others ordered to cease operations. These cafes, run by women barred from education and jobs, were lifelines for financial independence. Owners describe armed morality police enforcing closures without formal orders. Rights groups call it part of a broader crackdown to erase women from public life under Taliban rule.
The Taliban told Afghan women not to sing or speak, but they never said anything about rapping. Afghanistan’s rapper Sonia has a word for them:
Taliban, what’s your identity?
To us, pure ignorance is your legacy.
Your nest is Qatar,
Pakistan is your home.
#SanctionPakistan
It’s been 1,164 days since the Taliban banned Afghan girls from attending school, denying 1.4 million teenage girls their right to education. #LetHerLearn
In the 1960s, Afghan women studied alongside men at Kabul University. Today, Afghanistan is the only country where girls’ education is illegal. It has been 705 days since the Taliban banned women from universities.
I’ve just met a lovely man called Rodrigo who does paediatric regional courses in Mexico. He asked me if #ThisGirlBlocks was just for women. My reply: of course not. It’s for anyone who needs a space. Who doesn’t fit. Who has a different vision of kindness & support. All welcome.