Outside Reading 7

Hank Goodman was a former orthopedic surgeon. He's fifty-six years old and 6'1'' with thick brown hair and outsized hands. He is calm and confident, he is a man used to fix bones. At one time, before his license was taken away, he was a highly respected surgeon. "He could do some of the best, most brilliant work around," one of his orthopedic partners had told Atul. When other doctors needed an orthopedist for family and friends, they called him. For more than a decade, Hank was among the busiest surgeons in his area. But somewhere along the way things started to go wrong. He began to cut corners, became sloppy and patients started to get hurt or very severly hurt. Colleagues who had once admired him grew apalled. One horrible thing, is that it was years before he was told to stop.
When people hear of bad doctors they usually hear about awful, discusting, cruel people like Harold Shipman who murdered fifteen patients with lethal doses of narcotics or Johns Ronald Brown who worked without a license and amputated a mans left leg when he was perfectly healthy. This wasn't the problem though with Goodman. He was simply just growing old and senile and wouldn't retire. I don't know if it's beecause he loves the job or just won't admit to himself that he needs to quit. But when people are getting hurt or possibly even dying and your whole status goes down, that could be a big sign to stop working. One lesson I learned is to listen to your body and let it stop when it needs to.