Ironically, you could not read the article in its entirety online. And, as of today, the story has no comments. It was a fitting last nail in the coffin of the notion of "citizen journalism" that brought me to the blogosphere in 2005.
I had my say on Ed's departure on Facebook.
After so many words on Word Up - which, as far as I can tell, made no real difference in anything, Ed finally wants to do (with his writing) what he never would do for me as a journalist . . . what I begged for years for him to do . . . i.e. go deeper (and longer) than the pithy soundbite.
To mark this momentous occasion, I thought I would share a recent exchange of correspondence between myself and Steven Eblin - my former boss at Randolph Medical Associates, and now CEO of Randolph Hospital.
As much as I have railed against the overpriced/over-hyped leadership of Robert Morrison over the years, Steve Eblin was the true architect of the destruction of my life's dream.
I've been doing an exercise in Bible study for Lent, as I wrap up an extended sabbatical from work. Today is day 40 of Lent/Palm Sunday and the "last word" on this blog will be related to Scripture from the workbook. The exercise has helped immensely as I worked through the emotional and physical fallout from yet another PTSD-generating turn of the corporate screw - in its way, very reminiscent of what I endured fifteen years ago in Asheboro. The brutal/cruel betrayal by an organization/people I trusted - and had only served faithfully/well - after YEARS of laboring for them to the point that I simply had next-to-nothing left to give was devastating. It wasn't fun . . . and at times has been a very rough go. But I survived. And I'm starting to see Light.
Things simply have to change for doctors soon - or medicine in this state/country is going to be in a very bad way. Hospitals really need to clean up their act. Healthcare includes caring about the people providing the care. Clearly, a lot of the MBA's in the equation don't.
Speaking of (places in a very bad way), this morning's Sunday School lesson was about the "rich young ruler" (Mark 10:17-31), which I believe has many parallels to the sad/sorry state of things in Asheboro today. We'll get to that in my correspondence with Steve.
Anyway, I am at a crossroads, and really don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life. I've accepted a Locum Tenens assignment that will last at least through the summer - probably longer if I like the assignment/they like me. Meanwhile, I'm doing interviews/looking around for something more "permanent" (whatever "permanent" means), and with LESS CALL (because what I've been doing for the last four years - for people/an organization who clearly did not appreciate it - was just absurd). I'd really like to get off the road and find something within commuting distance of Asheboro - because Asheboro is home and I don't want to move. But if I do that, I will likely have to give up hospital medicine/a hospital affiliation once and for all. And that's a shame, because I love holding down the Pediatric fort at smaller hospitals, and I am very, very good at it - much better, I'd say than some inexperienced newbie coming out of a training system producing doctors ill-prepared to be lone ranger in the middle-of-nowhere-in-the-middle-of-the-night.
But I've reached a point in life and my career where I've decided I've got nothing to prove to anybody any more.
And, after a while, affiliated with a hospital, you get tired of being everyone's pawn and battering ram. For when it comes to community hospitals, Pediatricians are ALWAYS at the bottom of the food chain. We don't book OR's and we don't make wheel-barrows full of money for the hospital. Never mind that any decent OB service needs good Pediatric back-up. And when they really need us, it's about a whole lot more than just drying off the baby. Oftentimes, the executives/bean-counters/lawyers treat us little better than an RN (no offense intended to RN's - many of whom pick up a lot of slack in the really bad situations), no matter how many nights/weeks/months of call we take, or messes we clean up . . . or how many lawsuits we prevent.
Pediatricians all over North Carolina are sick and tired of being taken for granted by community hospitals, and are pulling out of call rotations en masse. They cannot run busy offices (for shrinking reimbursements - because we all know just how "valuable" the health and well being of children really is to this society) and be at the beck-and-call of the OB's and ER, and make a living, and have any kind of life.
Community hospitals are being forced to turn to/contract with larger hospitals to provide Pediatric hospitalist coverage . . . which is a whole nuther loaded topic outside the realm/purpose of this post.
And the purpose of this post is to put the final punctuation on why I became a citizen of Ed Cone's blogosphere at all.
As I started the job hunt, I discovered that Randolph Hospital is recruiting a new Pediatrician (I would presume to the practice I started for them in 1995). One of my pals suggested I send a copy my CV ("Curriculum Vitate" or doctor's resume) to Steve Eblin.
It was a joke. But the joke took hold.
If I do say so myself, my CV is impressive/loaded. You name it, I've done it. 39 assignments since 1994. Private practices, hospital clinics, Federal clinics, urgent cares, Pediatric ER/trauma centers, community hospital wards. I've actually had to take the CV offline because I was getting too many phone calls from too many recruiters (most of whom cannot figure out WHY I want to continue to live in dead/dying Asheboro).
And/so, I did sent the CV in to Eblin . . . I mean, I'm more qualified for the job than any other applicant he will ever get. So why not? With a cover letter.
Eblin responded on March 8 (at least he didn't ignore the letter - which is the usual modus operandi of the very important MBA's running medicine who cannot be bothered with the MD's actually practicing it).
Inspired by the Lent exercise, and a guy named Ben Carson, I decided to write back, and serve up a little truth to power.
And, of course, I still have this blog. The letters will be presented in sequence. And I really do think that, short of eventually republishing selected archived posts in the sidebar, this will be the last word for Dr. J's Housecalls.
This is the cover letter to my CV, dated February 29th:
Mr. Eblin,
As you may have heard, I am looking for permanent
employment. I am much older than when we
first met, I’d like to think wiser, world-weary, and tired-to-my-bones of the
road.
And, I understand that Randolph Hospital is recruiting
again – to the practice I started from nothing in 1995.
Attached is my updated CV – which, in the wake of what
happened fifteen years ago, demonstrates extensive experience in all areas of
Pediatrics. You won’t find another
Pediatrician anywhere more seasoned in handling every manner of bad thing in a
rural/small town setting.
Be advised that I do not take back a single thing I’ve
said over the years about what Randolph Hospital did to me . . . and what the
government I served ignored. It was wrong – in every way that something
could be wrong. And, in the end,
even as the Randolph County justice system once again covered your tracks, a
judge still could not say that you/Bob Morrison didn’t lie in discovery – he
simply let you skate on a technicality.
But there isn’t anything else I can do on the legal front. I have to surrender this in order to move on.
I’m not sure that what I’m doing now could be called
forgiveness – because I do not believe in cheap grace. And I won’t be forgetting anything. But I have to give it to Someone Else. I have to let it go.
I don’t know what you really “won” by employing the
tactics that you did. Asheboro isn’t the
Asheboro I was recruited back home to serve in 1994/95. The Mayberryesque landscape of my hometown
has been decimated by “important” people who could look no further than their
own pocketbooks – and who’ve long treated people they deemed lesser beings very
badly. What’s happened to Asheboro is Biblical. Its leaders have reaped what they’ve
sowed. Unfortunately, there has been a
lot of collateral damage.
But I still live here.
I have deep roots. I know the
playing field. There is nothing you have
to “sell”. I’m still willing to serve –
and to be a part of the solution. Recruitment
would not cost you a dime.
This idea started as a joke. But I am serious now.
Accordingly, I am willing to negotiate a burial of the
hatchet (with the concessions that might entail) – in order to sleep in my own
bed at night, be near my Mother/family/friends, and actually attend the church
to which I tithe . . . which was kind of the point of my legal battle all
along.
A resolution of our on-going conflict in the form of a
public reconciliation makes a lot of sense in difficult economic/medical times
– and would be a good public relations move for the hospital.
I am quite willing to work within the traditional
practice model. But I am also willing to
discuss a non-traditional extended hospitalist/Pediatric call coverage
arrangement - along the same lines as what I’ve been doing for the last four
years in Eastern North Carolina – if local physicians seeing children would be
interested/amenable. An
independent-contractor relationship is preferred, but I would consider
employment. Salary is negotiable. It was never about the money for me. If you will recall, I’m the doctor who wanted
the straight/fair salary befitting the mission of a “non-profit” – in exchange
for the provision of quality Pediatric care . . . as opposed to volume bonuses
and incentives to treat patients like cattle.
Obviously, any contract would need to be carefully
negotiated.
It took a lot of soul-searching to send this letter and
to take this chance/risk. Given all of
the talk, in church circles, about healing a broken, dying city, I am giving
you and your Board-of-Directors the opportunity to walk your talk – something I
did not see or experience fifteen years ago – and have not seen since.
Again, Asheboro is on life support for a reason.
Real leaders – real Christians – admit it when they’ve
made mistakes – and they work to correct them.
We both made mistakes when we were younger – mistakes with their
foundations in the deadliest of sins – pride.
Please do not believe that if you do not answer this
letter – or ignore the CV, I will be crushed or defeated. Quite the contrary, in the act of sending it
to you, I am finally free of the past.
The hospitals in this state really must STOP treating the
doctors they employ – particularly Pediatricians - so badly. I am seeing the fall-out everywhere. Some “villages” are like war zones. It will not stop unless someone puts a flower
in the gun.
And/so here I am.
Call me “crazy”. But, of course,
I know you/Bob/the lawyers already have.
I would welcome your call.
Sincerely,
Mary H. Johnson, M.D., FAAP
This is Mr. Eblin's response, dated March 8:
Dear Dr. Johnson,
Thank you for your letter of February 28, 2013, expressing an interest in a position at Randolph Medical Associates and/or the Hospital.
In your letter, you reference our "on-going conflict". Please understand I truly have no conflict with you, nor does this hospital. That said, I do not believe that employment of an independent contractor relationship would end in a good result for you or this organization.
I know you probably won't believe this, but I take no satisfaction in what happened 15 years ago or since. Our accounts of what happened during and after your employment could not be more different. Perhaps the only thing we agree on is you were/are a skilled clinician. I genuinely hope you will be able to use those skills in a way that is fulfilling to you.
Sincerely,
Steven E. Eblin
Now, before we proceed with my response, which will be mailed out tomorrow, I have to tell a story. When I got the letter, late on a Saturday afternoon, I slipped it in my Bible after reading it. A few days later, on a drive to Greensboro with a friend, I was telling her about the letter. She asked to see it. I told her that my Bible was sitting on the backseat.
She opened the Bible, pulled out the letter, and began to laugh/slap her knee - before even reading it. I asked her what was so funny.
She, chortled, "Do you realize where you put it?"
"No", I responded.
She read the Scripture (Romans 16:17-18/Holman Christian Standard Translation): "Now I implore you, brothers, watch out for those who cause dissentions and pitfalls contrary to the doctrine you have learned. Avoid them; for such people do not serve our Lord Christ, but their own appetites, and by smooth talk and flattering words, they deceive the hearts of the unsuspecting."
Bottom line: Asheboro is sick. Very sick. We're paying for the appetites and business ethics of people like Steven Eblin - people who've misused/plundered our resources and cannot admit their mistakes - even when they're caught red-handed - even when their lies are recorded in the black and white of Court documents. And if Asheboro is to ever get well, we simply cannot afford to put a pretty face on it any more.
I'm not going to pretend that Mr. Eblin's "account" of what he did to me fifteen years ago - and after - is simply a misunderstanding - or a point upon we should simply agree to disagree. What the MBA did to this MD was WRONG.
I debated for a while about replying to Eblin's letter. But as I contemplated the subtle threat (that only an educated eye might see) and the back-handed "complement", I decided that it wasn't something that could be relegated to the "by-gones" of cheap grace. This is my response, dated today:
Dear Mr. Eblin,
I am in receipt of your letter, dated 3/8/2013. I was surprised to get the letter, but not
surprised by its content. I know that
penning this response is probably a waste of my time, but like Dr. Ben Carson,
I think it’s way past the time doctors in this country stood up to the bullies
– wherever they may be – and spoke truth directly to power.
In your response to the submission of my CV for
consideration of an employed or independently-contracted position in Asheboro,
you state that you don’t believe it would result in a good outcome for me or
the organization. I am sorry, but it's a cop-out. For rather than my good, or the organization’s
good or even the community’s good, I believe that the issue has always been
what you believed/believe would be a good result for you. I think it’s far past the time that you
adjusted that belief system and owned up to the inaccuracies in your account of
what happened during and after my employment as your first Pediatrician at
Randolph Medical Associates (RMA), Pediatrics.
Like many healthcare executives in this state, running a
community charity “too big to fail”, you’ve been insulated from the
consequences of your actions and strategies for the last fifteen years. You do pretty much what you want to do, with little real oversight or resistance. But what
happened in 1998 has affected EVERY minute and aspect of my life since. From the limited choices I had for work (the local blackball) and future training
(getting fired by a hospital really puts
a damper on fellowship opportunities) . . . to forever complicating the job
applications and credentialing . . . to decimating my income and savings . . .
simply everything was derailed. I could
not escape the fall-out of what you did to prove who was “boss”, and have had
to armor myself in “explanations” explaining the unexplainable to this very
day.
As more and more of medicine’s young guns enter into
employment relationships with hospitals, my experience working for you stands
as a prime example of WHY employed and contracted physicians in North Carolina
need protections and reform that Obamacare did not deliver.
In stark contrast to
yours, my “account” is well-substantiated by the blank-and-white of unpleasant
but irrefutable facts: You hired me to “clean-up” Pediatrics at Randolph Hospital, and then did NOTHING to have my back as I
did. You fired me two weeks after I
defied your Director’s edicts (edicts
that YOU endorsed, then angrily/arrogantly
defended), answered a terrified
nurse’s call, intervened in a case being mismanaged by a doctor whose skills
your PR team falsely advertised, and saved a critically-ill baby’s life . . . the
next morning reporting the mess to hospital Peer Review. Like many things going on at the hospital/practice at the time, I
would not/could not just pretend that what had happened was okay, and you
retaliated. It was a classic whistle-blower scenario.
There is nothing about what I just said that
isn’t absolutely true. Our “accounts” differ simply because you LIED from day one about your
mission, your intent, and your actions. In
fact, you were busted on your “account” long ago. You
just were never held accountable by anyone who should have held you accountable. It’s a very sad commentary on the moral core
of many of Asheboro’s finest citizens – rich mill town rulers (young and old) - who've sat on the boards and controlled
the newspapers.
When you fired me, you kept me in a contractual box for six
months (the written instructions I got
were very clear on what I could not do while still “employed” by RMA – no
matter what “accounting” you gave to your Board-of-Directors), and lied to my patients about the
circumstances of my termination – literally stealing my practice/patient base out from under me, and not
allowing me the opportunity to smoothly transition to private practice – in breach of agreements we both had with
the Federal government. You wanted to
keep my patient base as RMA’s own , and you did not want the competition. To quote Mike Bridges (your former Director), you wanted me to “just go away”.
Here’s the thing about that: Even if you believed that I was not a “good
fit” for RMA . . . you had no right to
do what you did the way that you did it.
It was a knife in my back (for
once-upon-a-time I did believe/trust you), a disservice to the community (because you ultimately drove away not one,
but two stellar Pediatricians), and a fraud
upon the taxpayer (when the Federal/state
money used to recruit and RETAIN those Pediatricians in Asheboro was poured
down the drain due to your actions).
I am different from
most doctors in that I did not tuck tail and run, I fought back. I did it because Asheboro was my home. I was part of the fabric of Randolph
County long before either you or Bob Morrison were even aware of the blip on
the map. As a child I collected small
change in milk cartons for the zoo. I
grew up shadowing my Mother and her colleagues as they taught school. I chased local trains with my Father, and
told Uwharrie ghost stories at Camp Caraway.
I marched in the band of J.B. Fields.
And I rubbed shoulders with some of the legends of Seagrove as they
threw their pots. I am literally a part
of the mud here.
When I did fight back in Court, you sued me for “libel”,
only to have the veracity of my accounting of the events preceding and after my
termination (as documented in a
confidential narrative I sent to USDHHS Secretary Donna Shalala – in response
to a direct request for “feedback” from the National Health Service Corps) confirmed in letters written by two of
my medical colleagues (both of whom
subsequently left Asheboro). In FACT, the NHSC, removed RMA from their list of approved provider sites because of
that account – which they clearly deemed both credible and disturbing.
You might remember this quote from one of those colleague’s
letters to JCAHO, pertaining to your “accounting” of what happened:
Unfortunately, Randolph
Hospital and Mr. Eblin have not made the same effort to be factual in their
communication with other physicians, other hospitals or JCAHO.
That
characterization even extended to your behavior in Court. You lied
repeatedly during the discovery phase of your own despicable “libel”
lawsuit (filed to humiliate and
intimidate me into silence), in order to settle on the cheap . . . to avoid
paying me what my stolen practice was truly worth. The “great sum of money” (as you’ve styled it to others) wasn’t
even one year’s salary and did not begin to reimburse me for what you had
stolen/the damage you had done to my life and career.
As I said in the cover letter that accompanied my CV, you got out from under those lies on a legal technicality (indeed, it's probably the only reason you responded to the letter - you're scott-free now). But in the end, even an “outside” judge (hand-picked to favor our DA’s decision to
bury a fraud upon me/the taxpayer that should have been investigated/prosecuted
long ago) couldn’t say that you did not lie. He just told me (and the rest of the more ordinary citizens of Asheboro) that it did
not matter when people entrusted with the public good lie – even in a Court
proceeding – to get what they want.
(I once believed in
our Court system as a vehicle driven to find the truth and protect/serve those
who tell it. I do not any more.)
But
your lies remain recorded on the Court record in black and white. You cannot hide from the false accounting. You run a “non-profit” hospital. Your financial records and salaries were NOT
confidential. You knew it. Your lawyers knew it. Still, you all negotiated a settlement on the
lies – the proverbial cherry of bad faith topping the whole spoiled sundae
that was my state/Federal service experience in Asheboro, not that it matters
to anyone running a town so often likened to Mayberry.
At the very least, Randolph Hospital should
have been fined by the IRS (for
withholding information that was, by law, public record) . . . and you
should have been fired (for cause) by
your Board when what you did was brought to their attention. Of course, I believe you should have been
fired long before that . . . when it became clear you had retaliated against a
medical whistle-blower.
And yes, I believe deep-in-my-bones that both
you and Robert Morrison took great satisfaction from doing what you did – and (in particular) networking with your
friends-in-Asheboro’s-high-places to get away with it. Far from being about serving the best interests
of children in Randolph County, your actions were all about money and power and
control – about “winning” no matter what the cost. You were the quintessential mill-town corporate
bullies – for your tactics were not just about destroying me, but were also
designed to send a very clear message to every other physician in town about
who was “boss” . . . and instilling fear
in anyone else who might dare stand up to you – a message that unfortunately
resonates through the medical landscape to this day.
My memory of ALL of
this is exceptionally clear – I still have nightmares about some of it. I expect the same is true of the memory of
the parents of the baby I came in to help.
And the ugly story of the
homegrown doctor mercilessly “done dirty” by Randolph Hospital is permanently
weaved into the fabric of Asheboro’s history.
It’s your legacy – even as you/your old boss/Board members attend local
prayer services and ask for God’s mercy upon the economic wasteland you helped
fashion. Using and abusing and throwing away your fellow man/woman (from illegal immigrants to homegrown doctors) you’ve all reaped what you’ve
sown – and I daresay you won’t be seeing/getting any mercy from Above until you
change your ways.
Your management of RMA and Randolph Hospital – and what
you’ve done to doctors (not just me)
and the medical landscape – has made a mockery of the “non-profit” mission you
recruited me home to serve. I am seeing
a kind of karmic justice (for lack of a
better term) in Asheboro now that I could never have imagined or crafted on
my own. It’s rather like Celie’s curse,
except that you did it to yourselves.
I will never forget – or completely get over – watching the
Pastor of my home church embrace a physician who brazenly carried on an extramarital
affair with a nursing colleague, and then aborted his own child in their
apartment (something that you knew about,
but did nothing to address until the Medical Board forced your hand), as a
reformed/repentant sinner . . . while so many of Asheboro’s “right people”,
responsible for running Randolph Hospital – and attending the town’s churches,
stood silently by and let Mary Johnson be professionally crucified for saving a
baby’s life . . . a baby that you, your Director and your old boss would have
had me let die. For rest assured, that’s
the VERY CLEAR message you delivered to me just two days before I had to make
the decision that would forever change my life:
“Right and wrong do not matter. Shut
up/march-in-step, or ELSE."
While I understand and appreciate the example the Pastor was trying to set (regarding redemption and forgiveness), to this day, I cannot wrap my head around what Asheboro's supposedly-ethical leaders (particularly their medical leaders) allowed to be done to me by virtue of their silence, determined indifference and apathy.
I do predict that if
you do not clean up your act, which is by your own admission “unsustainable”,
another larger organization is going to swoop in, take over and clean your
house for you. Indeed, it’s probably too
late to stop it. I know that many people
in Asheboro – patients and physicians alike - are praying for this to happen
soon.
Fifteen years ago, you were able to walk away from your
decisions/actions personally unscathed – shielded by your way overpaid boss,
and your rubber-stamping Board-of-Directors, employment laws that treat doctors
little better than janitors at one of Asheboro’s dead/dying mills, and the dishonest tactics of your corporate
lawyers – all of your expenses underwritten by the taxpayer. The Courier Tribune winked and nodded and
deliberately kept the general public in the dark. State and Federal oversight organizations condoned
what happened with determined silence – none of them standing to challenge what
was clearly wrong, or to actually do what they tell the public they do.
Worst of all, for going on two decades, and as crippling
physician shortages loom, the North Carolina Medical and Pediatric Societies
have allowed hospitals to decimate community Pediatrics in so many locales –
and abuse/treat Pediatricians like the enemy . . . as if we’re errant rebels
surrounding some faltering Death Star instead of vital assets to the towns
where we practice. I’ve been appalled by
what I’m seen in many North Carolina communities as I travel, work and
interview.
Old mentors, prominent in these organizations, privately shake
their heads and bemoan the sad/sorry state of things, but do/say NOTHING about
or against it. And the legislature has
done nothing to protect employed and contracted physicians from corporate
malfeasance. Excellent MD’s can easily
be fired, cast-off, treated as criminals and professionally brutalized, while
the corporate wagons circle around incompetent management and shield/protect
them at all costs. While doctors and
nurses bear the brunt of the mistakes and bad management, hospital executives remain
largely untouchable.
And/so, in stark contrast to your idyllic existence as a
“master of industry” in Asheboro . . . because I stood to do the right thing by
a patient, I was literally cast out of my hometown, and everything I had worked
so hard to build was destroyed. I was
not-so-subtly slandered . . . legally mauled to the point of near-bankruptcy .
. . black-balled for miles . . . and have never completely recovered from the
professional/personal trauma. And that’s
not even considering the physical scars from two surgeries horribly botched at
your institution. So “on-going” is
really the ONLY way I know how to describe the consequences of our conflict.
All of this being
said, Asheboro apparently needs another Pediatrician, and I want to come back
home to practice. That’s how I want
to use my skills – that’s the fulfillment I crave. Again, my Mother is here. My friends are here. When I came home to Asheboro in 1995, it was my intention to be here for my
entire career. You/Randolph Hospital
worked a great wrong – drenched in greed, malice and spite. I certainly understand that the truth makes
you and your lawyers uncomfortable, but it IS the truth.
Good Pediatricians
are NOT “a dime a dozen”, and it is far past the time that YOU made it right. There are ways to accomplish that would
benefit both the community and your organization, but in order for it to
happen, YOU have to be a real leader, acknowledge that serious mistakes were
made, and reach across the wreckage caused by your decisions.
I expect you might be surprised how well it could turn out –
for you, for your organization – and for me. Unless, of course, if what you said in your letter is actually confirmation of the threat I always feared if I attempted to put out my own shingle in Asheboro and re-apply for admitting privileges at Randolph Hospital . . . acknowledgement that, if I had launched a new start-up, competing with "your" practice, I would have had a target on my back (for something far worse than "just" getting fired) from the day I opened the door. A lot of physicians have been destroyed by bad-faith hospital peer review - i.e. one or more groups trumping up charges against a doctor they want to get rid of.
So many people did not understand why I was so reluctant to take that risk after the big swindle.
So many people did not understand why I was so reluctant to take that risk after the big swindle.
You are absolutely right.
I am an excellent clinician (if
nothing else has changed, you remain the master of the back-handed complement).
But I am so much more than that, and
fifteen years ago I needed/deserved a hospital management team to match my
skills, to mentor and feed and mold/temper my youthful passion as a child
advocate, and to have my back when I was in the right. Indeed, that was the “you practice good
medicine, and we’ll take care of all the rest” environment you promised when
you recruited me home.
Yours was an epic
failure in physician management.
Nevertheless, if
providing excellent/principled Pediatric care to the children of Asheboro is
truly what you want from a Pediatrician, then there is simply isn’t any good
reason for Randolph Hospital not to talk to me about coming back home to
practice – and how to make that happen.
And/so my offer to
call a truce and rebuild something from the ashes stands. As I said before, noting recent trends, I would be particularly
interested in discussing contracted Pediatric hospitalist call coverage – so
that the Pediatric providers in the community (Family Practitioners and Pediatricians alike) can concentrate more
on their office practices.
But any
reconciliation must have its foundation built upon truth. It’s not an “agree-to-disagree” kind of
thing. Your letter was worthy of the
lawyer(s) who probably wrote it – I
would expect the very same lawyer(s)
who got you into this mess in the first place – who told you that it was okay
to break promises and maul contracts/ignore agreements because, with the right
“spin” (your “account”), no one would
care or do anything about it.
Getting Mary Johnson out of your way was just a game to them.
As you well know, in my youth, I was never one for playing
games. And I am too old now to mince
words now.
You can continue to ignore this letter/offer. You can do what you’ve always done, and smirk/snicker
with your corporate pals on Asheboro’s increasingly barren/brown golf courses
that the lady doctor who faced you down in Court (and won) is somehow “crazy” (the
tried-and-true brand of a coward without a good argument), or a
Bible-thumping prude (a notion that would
be really amusing to anyone who really knows me) . . . as opposed to a
principled and (as you say)
clinically-gifted homegrown child advocate who, while working for you, ALWAYS
put her patients first – not matter whose toes she stepped on or what the cost.
I will survive (as I have survived) no matter what – or where - or how. In the end, your decision is not so much about success or failure unless you do right by someone you did a great wrong. It’s about a man who once-upon-a-time presented Church attendance as a financial incentive to “his” physicians, actually being the Christian he says he is every time he walks into his own Church.
I will survive (as I have survived) no matter what – or where - or how. In the end, your decision is not so much about success or failure unless you do right by someone you did a great wrong. It’s about a man who once-upon-a-time presented Church attendance as a financial incentive to “his” physicians, actually being the Christian he says he is every time he walks into his own Church.
One day (knowing how
your mind works, please be clear that this is not to be construed as a threat),
when you finally cannot hide behind lawyers – or the trappings of your job, and
must answer to the Maker we both believe in, your false accounting of what you
did to me WILL matter.
From Exodus to Revelation, the Bible is crystal clear on
where the Lord God stands on liars.
Once again, given your track record, I likely will not ever completely trust you (I'm wondering if any medical practitioner in Asheboro does), but I am
willing to take the risk and bury the hatchet. It is a golden opportunity for you and your
organization to finally put the past in the past. But you have to own up to the sins that you
tried to bury there, and make real amends.
You have my CV and my
contact information.
Sincerely,
Mary H. Johnson, M.D., FAAP
As I indicated at the beginning of this post, I've been doing a Bible Study exercise for Lent entitled, "Seek God for the City". I've read the exercises every night - posting them on Facebook - sometimes with commentary, sometimes not.
Today is Day 40 of Lent, and Palm Sunday.
One of the featured Scriptures in the final lesson is Psalm 118:22: "The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone."
I was brought up short when I read it - for it brought back a memory: As I walked out of RMA Pediatrics for the very last time all those years ago, Dr. Anderson's nurse (a preacher's wife) burst into heavy sobs, crying (paraphrasing), "This is WRONG, it's so wrong! Dr. Johnson, what are we going to do? You are the heart and soul of this practice."
I was the foundational stone upon which Steve Eblin built his Pediatric house, but for whatever reason (in his formal "accounting", he actually never gave one - that's what "without cause" means), I was extracted/rejected.
Strictly speaking, a capstone, is actually a protective/often decorative covering on a masonry wall. The Old Testament Scripture is referring to the trials of David as he served King Saul - being driven out of his home, becoming a champion of the oppressed, then returning as Israel's anointed king. The passage, of course, in the context of the study, refers to Christ's triumphant arrival in Jerusalem the week before he was crucified and ultimately became the Cornerstone of mankind's redemption.
My desires are not nearly so ambitious. But I would dearly like to be vindicated and return home . . . to get a simple, "I'm sorry. You did not, in ANY way, deserve this. We went too far. And now, we're going to work to make it right."
. . . when you really think about it, there are a lot of analogies to be made to Asheboro and its mill-town kings.
This post is instead dedicated to my parents, who gave me my faith, who taught me right and wrong and to speak-out/fight back . . . as well as to THE Cornerstone upon which I rest my hopes for the future.
And what is the last word at Housecalls, you ask?
FEAR NOT! Don't be sheep, people. Stand up for what is right and just and true.