The doctor came out and asked an elderly patient a question as the other patients in the waiting room were making fun of her.
The mood in the waiting room was tense, and the other patients’ gazes were often drawn to an elderly woman sitting by herself in a corner, wearing modest, plain clothing. She was at a surgical office, and some of them were whispering to each other about why.
Visibly uneasy, one woman leaned over to another patient and muttered, mockingly, “What is she doing here? It appears that she has no idea where she is.
Even a nurse approached the elderly woman with a doubtful expression. She gave her a quick glance, paused, and then said softly, “Are you certain you’re on the correct floor? This is not the senior consultation room.
The elderly woman calmly said, “Yes, I am exactly where my heart has led me,” after looking up.
The chief surgeon, a man in his forties, emerged as the door suddenly opened. He saw that everyone was observing the elderly woman, some with interest and some with disapproval.
He walked over to her, put his hand on her shoulder, and posed a query to her. The muttering stopped when he asked. Startled, the patients looked at each other in silence.
“Are you ready to tell our story?” the surgeon asked.
She rose slowly to her feet and said firmly, “I owned a bakery thirty years ago. His mother was not there, so a little boy arrived every day. He learned to read, count, and trust in himself from me.
Moved, the surgeon went on: “That boy was me.” I never would have become a doctor if it weren’t for her. My family was her.
A thick quiet descended, and the jeers averted their eyes in embarrassment.
“I ordered your favorite cake,” the surgeon said.
“Even more avaricious!” she laughed in response.
Social media users swiftly shared their picture in front of the chocolate cake along with the heartfelt caption, “Behind every success, there is often an unknown angel.”
