Give and Take

While reflecting on our time in India, some students are disappointed: they feel swindled and taken advantage of, the supposedly-wealthy tourists who are really just struggling students (and who are, mind you, sailing around the world).

Unable to hold my tongue, I say that it is not the locals’ responsibility to bargain with us. It is an honour to bargain. It is a most privileged social interaction. Handle it with care, because these people also need to make a living. We visit their country to learn, and if we are not welcomed with open arms we feel deceived. Well, maybe it is a give and take relationship. We cannot simply use these countries for life experience and not expect to give something in return.

Afterwards, a young American pre-med talks with me. He doesn’t ask if I’ll be a “real” doctor. He doesn’t even ask how our system works, which is a relief, since the recitation is starting to bore. He just wants to pick my brain, something I don’t mind. So we talk, and we shall talk again. He has hopes unencumbered by the disillusionment of spending every day in a hospital. We are not alike – he will probably be a surgeon someday, I think, but I have nothing against surgeons. I just don’t want to be one.

I leave feeling lighter. (This becomes relevant soon, I swear.) I wonder why. He is certainly not the first person on board to show an interest in what I do. But in this moment I think I saw a glimpse of his future, and I had the opportunity to contribute – in the smallest way, regardless – to that.

I had hoped that Semester at Sea would inspire me, and it has, but sometimes I have felt as if an element is lacking. I attend a talk about polio, rehabilitation and poverty, and I leave more dejected: I already knew that. Tell me how to CHANGE it! Tell me how to DO SOMETHING!

Now I realize that maybe I am old enough not simply to be inspired. I am not a child anymore, and I should contribute. I have experienced a fair share of life. I am not at all accomplished or wholly experienced, but perhaps I can contribute to the inspiration of others. The ship, I realise, is give-and-take too, just like India and Myanmar and everywhere else.

I have been sharing, but perhaps not effectively. One short discussion showed me how I could play a role to the years ahead: perhaps even to the roads taken by the Paul Farmers of my generation. I understand now why Father Tutu insists that his favourite part of the voyage is meeting the students. We all consider him the epitome of inspiration, but perhaps by inspiring the young generations, his experienced soul too is inspired.


  1. Inger-Kristina Wegener says:

    You continue to inspire me (and my 15 year old daughter who wants to go to med school in three years from now). I have followed your logs for about a year now, I think, and I so admire your honesty, I respect that you are willing to take the risk to post a sketch, an impression of who you are at this moment of time. Believe me, you are generously sharing with others already, you are taking the time to reflect on your life, your education, your profession-to-be, your human responsibility – and you are willing to share these very personal thoughts with a wide, unknown audience. Kudos to you. I have every confidence that one day you will also inspire as a physician, that you will be able to listen to your patients and understand that their illness is part of who they are and that you will make a difference in the community you will choose to be part of – or that will choose you. I hope you will continue to enjoy this great year at sea and be safe. Namaste, Kristina

    1. Wow, thank you so much! If your daughter ever has any questions or would like to chat, I am happy to help. Thanks for your continuous support!

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