In early spring of second year, when I began pediatrics, my first rotation, it would still be dark when I walked to my car at 5:30 in the morning. Except for other cars encountered occasionally at silent intersections, and here and there a figure stumbling out of the shadow of an alley, the streets were empty. Preclinical classes had just ended. Friends and classmates of the last 2 years were suddenly spread out in various rotations or studying for board examinations, never to come back together in quite the same way. Yet, heading north on Broadway as I approached the hospital those mornings, one after another green lights stretched out ahead of me and I would feel, more than at any other point throughout the day, how nice it can be to be alone.
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