I spoke with an ophthalmologist this morning who was proudly telling me about cataract surgery he performed yesterday on a 103-year old woman. He said he was the only eye doctor the family could find who was willing to work on her. But then it took about three years for her to be cleared for surgery by the other medical doctors, such as the pulmonologist.
He was visibly thrilled at how well the surgery went and how his expertise and long career enabled him to perform the surgery successfully.
Evidence of a friendly universe: that feeling of pride we get when we do something good. And, the existence of that lone person out there who is willing to take on a hard case, even if it takes a long time to find them.