To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor

Forget sainthood—I chose medicine instead. Saving lives matters more than empty praise. My hands heal, not pray. The operating room is my chapel, patients my congregation. Every diagnosis is a battle, every recovery a victory. No halos here, just scalpels and stethoscopes. I don’t need wings when I’ve got scrubs and skill. The real miracles happen under bright lights, not stained glass. Let others seek divinity—I’ll take the ER any day.