Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EST march 1st 2021

Thirty-two participants gathered tonight, hailing from Argentina, CA, NJ, NY, ME, OR, PA, Portugal, TX, and WA. We watched a video of “Found/Tonight” (a mash-up from two B-way musicals Hamilton and Dear Evan Hansen), then took a minute to read the text with the lyrics.

One person commented on the dedication of the song being “For the Children.” A new grandfather said that resonated for him, because “much of what we do is for those coming long after us.” There was attention given to the lyrics “look up” and “reach out” and that “those who want to be found” need to believe another will be there.

One participant observed “This is what we do here in Narrative Medicine. We find each other.” Another commented that the music we had just listened to sounds like an anthem and reminds her of Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bridge Over Troubled Waters” and, perhaps, the fight within the musical Les Miserable.

Another person thought of a Biblical verse, remembered as “He who loses his life will find it.” Two participants said that the listening was not comforting and/or reminded them of those who are alone due to COVID-19. The shields in the singing music booths took on new meanings in the context of the plexiglass we’ve been seeing go up to enforce social distancing in a COVID-19 world. One other participant said “the song transcends time and people.”

Another shared about hugging her grandchild, which she had not done in a long time, and realized how much she has missed doing that. Another person responded, saying that our texts, in this space, are like hugs.

Most people related the medley to COVID-19 and, as one said, “the fight of this last year.” A participant said it made her think of the healthcare workers “whose every shift this past year was a fight” and wanted to thank them. Another chatted in, in response, that she had contracted COVID at her hospital and appreciated the recognition and expression of gratitude.

We wrote for 4 minutes to the prompt: Write about your part in the fight.

The first reader aligned himself with Don Quijote jousting with windmills as he fights the good fight with systems that he “cannot let taint our beautiful profession” as he continues to train young physicians and care for patients. He invites others to “keep telling the stories” as he battles for writing and health justice. 

The second reader began by calling her actions “small” and then told of rescuing a dog, the many ways she keeps her mother connected to the outside world, in these days of Covid-19. She teaches and mentors students, and particularly students in their last year of medical school.  She said her part is “to give something positive to focus on.” Those of us listening reflected to the reader that we did not hear the numerous things she does as “small,” but rather as a celebration of the “many roles we play” in the many worlds we inhabit. To prove this point even further, a participant shared a quote by Mother Teresa: “It is not the magnitude of our actions, but the amount of love that is put into them that matters.”

Our next readers shared questions about whether “fight is even a metaphor I feel my own” or about “what is the fight”. We saw empathy as “incubating in warriors” and hope “shedding” along the way, reimagining the “shedding” of the virus we’ve heard so much about over the past year. One reader’s part in the fight was putting together seemingly fragmented pieces of hope, while another reader’s was to acknowledge the road we’ve traveled so far and celebrate the pioneering women who indeed have “won the fight” of their lifetimes.

Participants are warmly encouraged to share what you wrote below (“Leave a Reply”), to keep the conversation going here, bearing in mind that the blog of course is a public space where confidentiality is not assured.

Also, we would love to learn more about your experience of these sessions, so if you’re able, please take the time to fill out a follow-up survey of one to two quick questions!

Please join us for our next session Wednesday March 3rd at 12pm EST, with more times listed on our Live Virtual Group Sessions page.

Found/Tonight - Lin-Manuel Miranda and Ben Platt

We may not yet have reached our glory
But I will gladly join the fight
And when our children tell their story
They'll tell the story of tonight
They'll tell the story of tonight
Tonight

Have you ever felt like nobody was there?
Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?
Have you ever felt like you could disappear?
Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away
All we see is light
'Cause maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay
For forever
'Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand
You can reach, reach out your hand

And oh
Raise a glass to freedom
Something they can never take away
Oh
No matter what they tell you
Someone will coming running
To take you home
Raise a glass to all of us
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
Out of the shadows

The morning is breaking (they'll tell the story of tonight)
And all is new
All is new
All is new
It's only a matter of
Time

Even when the dark comes crashing through
When you need a friend to carry you
When you're broken on the ground
You will be found
So let the sun come streaming in
'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again
If you only look around
You will be found

And when our children tell their story
You will be found
They'll tell the story of tonight
Whoa
No matter what they tell you
Tomorrow there'll be more of us
Telling the story of tonight
The story of tonight

6 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6pm EST march 1st 2021

  1. About my part in the fight~~~

    I wake up each morning to face what needs to be faced,
    struggles that are laid before me on this path of life.
    I realize that despite the speed bumps, the ups and downs,
    there is much to be thankful for.

    Friendships formed, love extended, trusted relationships.
    And so I am determined to make each day my own,
    to fight the good fight,
    to be of help to those who extend out their hands to me,
    for I grab hold and hang on tightly.
    You will not flounder,
    To do otherwise is to surrender.
    To reject the humanness of my being.

    I am a survivor,
    I am a fighter.
    And I look to the next sunrise to begin a new day.
    I will not be counted out.

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    • al3793

      Your narrative reflected the text, “when the dark comes crashing through When you need a friend to carry you…”, “to be of help to those who extend out their hands to me, for I grab hold and hang on tightly.” I am strongly drawn to the line, “to reject the humanenss of my being,” which is the fundamental flaw in war and in so many conflicts we have in life – the rejection of our common humanity. Andre

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  2. al3793

    Well my plan is to keep swinging at the windmills. Sometimes I’m inclined to just keep my head above the corporate quagmire and below the corporate radar, but I can’t do that. I can’t let anyone intrude upon and harm our beautiful profession. It’s as beautiful to me as Dulcinea is to Quixote, this profession of mine.

    I and the rest (there will be more of us) must keep telling the story so that those coming after us will have their own beautiful story to tell, have their own Dulcinea in the world of medicine, caring for others, finding them, helping them to look up, and helping them find what brings them healing.

    Andre

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    • michele348

      We are thankful to the brave few who are willing to stand tall and strong, to set the example for those who will follow. The practice of medicine, in its purest form, is too precious to be lost to corporate figureheads.

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  3. Patricia D.

    As a girl, the choices seemed small: nurse, teacher, secretary;
    not meant to last – because motherhood would replace them and then you no longer existed.
    My fight was to extend the possibilities, the dreams, the successes.
    But first, I had to find myself by exploring outside society’s expectations and restrictions.
    Now I am grateful to the brave women who blazed the way
    for me and all women to win the fight.

    Andre – I love your metaphors and dedication to practicing medicine with your heart as well as your mind.

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    • al3793

      Patricia, your writing took me back into the text…”Have you ever felt like nobody, forgotten…you will be found to tell the story,” and I am able to imagine and visualize a girl pondering and journey through this life of discovery. Andre

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