I was back in NYC for the past several days for a family issue – an experience which opened my eyes to healthcare delivery from the patient’s point of view. Sadly, my knowledge of medicine only emphasized the myriad errors that slip through the crack, and how methodical yet callous the medical community can be, even when handling our most vulnerable population. With the big snow storm, my trip back home was equally harsh. At 5 in the morning, I had to stumble past three city blocks from the hospital before finding a cab. I arrived at Port Authority, only to find that all buses were canceled. Desperately, I trudged across town to Penn Station, battling through the crowds to secure a seat on a train that ended up being 6-fold more expensive and 2 hours delayed. Once aboard the train car, I gazed out at the blanket of snow, pondered what it means to be a doctor, then fell fast asleep. After an exhausting 9.5 hour journey, I was just glad that the ordeal was over.