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In just seven days, I will start my term as president for the American College of Physician Advisors! 
This somewhat surreal accomplishment has had me feeling particularly sappy while thinking about those who have influenced or supported me along the way. (1/-)
This somewhat surreal accomplishment has had me feeling particularly sappy while thinking about those who have influenced or supported me along the way. (1/-)
Success and achievements mean nothing if you can't help others grow into themselves. While I begin to plan out all the ways I and the @AmerCollPhyAdv can support future healthcare leaders, I'd like to send thanks out to those who did just that for me once a day. (2/-)
Dennis Lynch was a social studies teacher, my varsity basketball coach at @RMHSMUSTANGS in Illinois (GO MUSTANGS!), and a verifiable asshole.  He was abrasive, argumentative, rude & stealthily taught me more than the sophomore U.S. History curriculum ever did. (3/-)
While appearing to try and break my teammates and me, he succeeded in building our sense of conviction. Denny took the chip he saw on my teenaged shoulder and pushed me to build it up into a fortress of belief in myself and my abilities. (4/-)
By graduation, this âjerkâ made it clear I could manage any challenging personality or nay-sayer who came my way.  One of the happiest coincidences in my life is that my mother, then an inpatient oncology nurse, found herself caring for him at the end of his life. (5/-)
She asked if she could disclose his condition to me & he agreed.  Itâs not often you get a second chance to tell someone how much they impacted your life.  As I understand it from his family, he had a huge grin on his face when I called him an asshole in my letter. 
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Yeah, I figured you out, you secret softie. Thank you, Coach Lynch.  Thank you for encouraging me to keep my body strong and my convictions stronger in preparation for whatever life throws at me. (7/-)
The summer before starting college at @thisisUIC, I took a job with the Public Works Department in Des Plaines, Illinois.  The job would involve mowing soccer fields, painting baseball diamond lines, weeding flower beds, and unwittingly playing a part in what was likely... (8/-)
...the first exposure to sexual harassment avoidance my co-workers ever had. It didnât take too long to figure out I was the first female ever to join the team.  The next couple of weeks were filled with maneuvering through subtle resentment by a dozen men who were NOT... (9/-)
...pleased about taking down the soft porn posters decorating the shop.  Looking back, I can only imagine the heroic conversations and demonstrations of understanding and cajoling my supervisor â whoâs name I unfortunately can no longer recall â had to accomplish.  (10/-)
He was patient and kind and in retrospect, I can see he was a champion for womenâs rights as a whole.  Through his efforts which were unseen by me, he convinced a bunch of middle-aged men to accept and even get along with a GIRL in their workplace. (11/-)
This experience is just one of many which shaped me and I have him to thank for it being something I learned from instead of something I ran from. (12/-)
