My name is Kate, I am a healer now, I have my medical degree. I will say a fond farewell to my family and friends as my boyfriend, Marcus and I are journeying to Africa to take up voluntary employment with the Flying Doctor service. We have decided to take the opportunity to learn and practice medicine in this challenging and varied environment. My Father and Mother are firmly behind our plans. Dad has always backed me in my wilder plans, from the memorable day I came home from school and announced I was taking up a new hobby.
Marcus was a bit dubious at first; “What about our future careers? “
“Don’t worry Marcus, I am sure we will be fine, with our self-reliance and skills, this will be very good for our future lives together.” I reassured him, with my fingers firmly crossed and a smile on my face.
Marcus and I settled into our new vocation, and experienced a wide variety of varied, and sometimes very sad situations . We had to work separately, although we were attached to the same team, we were working with separate pilots. We would meet up in the late evening and share some very precious weekends together.
One memorable day, I was approached by a young man, who appealed to me and begged me to go with him to look at his Mother, who had taken a fall. Contrary to all the warnings and advice from all concerned, I decided to examine his Mother, and I entered a hut to find a figure prone under a blanket. Suddenly another man leapt up and went to grab me as the first man suddenly lunged at me with an open-handed slap around my face. The next few minutes will be relayed over and over in my thoughts and memories for ever. All my trained reflexes went into overdrive as I fought off these two men, and in the name of self-protection I had to break limbs on both men. After I had got my breath back, I called the police and an ambulance and spent the next few minutes using my medical skills to reset their broken bones.
Oh! I forgot to mention my new hobby my Father had approved of, and encouraged me to take up, was martial arts and boxing.
Later the authorities were holding an investigation with a view to charging the two men with assault. I decided to drop all charges and let them go. Everyone agreed they had probably learned a lesson, and punishment had already been severely administered. My reputation went before me wherever I went after that incident, and the locals would be queuing up to see me.
Marcus and I were soon working together, when he obtained a pilots licence. We worked in Africa for three years sharing many hair-raising adventures together.
As usual the Picture is supplied and credited by Emilia