Moving Forward

Six months after that intense courtroom hearing, I was sitting quietly on my back patio with a hot cup of coffee.

The sun was setting beautifully over the city on a warm October evening. I set my coffee down and checked my phone as it buzzed with a text from a young resident physician I’d been mentoring.

Thank you for helping me through residency. I couldn’t have done it without your guidance, Dr. Sinclair.

I smiled warmly at the screen. Of all the messages I’d received that year, those professional notes meant the absolute most to me—far more than the legal updates or the endless neighborhood gossip.

They came from people moving forward with their lives, which was exactly what I was doing.