It's funny how life has its own unique plots, setting up for a simple quest and evoking a chain reaction of another simple sequences with a quaking final show that is, for some certain figures, leg breaking.
As if you're drinking a normal tempered chocolate milk during a so-so weather, and you find some surprise pieces of marshmallow. Simple, but sweet.
It was a plenary session when all the latest year estudiante of this privileged institution, in which to develop regionally best scholars, scientists, and society figure of intellectual sages, were invited and for the first time, present their appraisals of avowed topic, human embryonic stem cells research controversy. Two groups with best reports, not including mine, were set to conduct a presentation and discussion follows. During the discussion session, I asked a question. As simple as that. And as lucky as I am, among other amazing questions by other greater people, mine was chosen as the best one. It’s me and boasting again if I speak about what I felt when the president of the program shook my hand, plus how she gave me an imposingly pretty boisterous compliment I had to ask for a serious help keeping my feet on the ground.
As simple as that, few weeks later I received a phone call from one of the professor in the very same institution of mine, why, none other than Prof. Dr. Nancy Margarita Rehatta, dr., SpAn KIC herself, the very same president of the program I have mentioned.
I was simply invited to the plenary session of International class along the rest six colleagues, Olivia and Alan for the best presentation, and Nova, Daniel, Septian for the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th best question accordingly.
We simply attended and followed the session thoroughly, asking several proper questions to the presenting groups as supposed, this time with one chance for each and the topic addition of IVF and cryopreservation. As simple as that, I asked some simple questions again.
Prof. Puruhito, dr., Sp. B. was one of the most famous doctors in this hierarchy of medical school, university, and integrated hospital. Being one of the past number one figures of the university as the rector, even meeting him in person never crossed my mind, supposing how rigid his bodies of schedules are. He happened to attend the exact plenary session, giving a salute and humble comment after presentations and a short, enchanting, bright, enthusing lecture about stem cell and its contributions toward heart surgery, which I must say, was the very best lecture I’ve ever had in my whole life.
As simple as that, the plenary session ends. As simple as that, we all walked out of the room, me, with my head still on the clouds proposing what could be done with the stem cells development for the mankind benefits and all the ramblings about each slides presented by Prof. Puruhito in each of my cerebral lobes.
As simple as that, while coming out of the class with the rest of the session attendants, I caught the sight of Prof. Puruhito, and as simple as that, he pointed at me and simply said…
“You… You’re good!”
It's funny how life has its own unique plots, setting up for a simple quest and evoking a chain reaction of another simple sequences with a quaking final show that is, for some certain figures, leg breaking.
As if one simple question could lead you to a humble spotlight of a great professor and made him said that you were good. Simple, but happens to make such a day.
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