I’m an average guy – an average surgeon, a traditional husband, a regular parent, an ordinary friend, and a standard colleague, and, least of all, a mundane writer. It’s not that I suffer from low self-esteem or that I’m searching for sympathy or looking for people to say, “What rubbish! You’re such a fine doctor, a devoted husband, a doting father, a best friend, a dream colleague, and, not to mention, such a fabulous writer.” It’s just an honest opinion I have of myself when I do some introspection, an exercise I often indulge in when life bowls one of its googlies or bouncers. The realization I have had is that you don’t always have to try hitting the ball out of the park; just standing and protecting your wicket is progress enough.
