My name is Ben.
Today, I gently close a chapter that lasted 42 remarkable years.

For more than four decades, I walked hospital halls 🏥—sometimes with confidence, sometimes with quiet worry—but always with purpose. I answered late-night calls 🌙 when the world was asleep, knowing that for someone else, this moment mattered more than anything.

This was never just a job.
It was a calling 💙.

Along the way, I learned that healing is not found in medicine alone. It lives in compassion, in patience, in listening when words are hard to find, and in showing up—again and again—for another human being ✨

I witnessed fear turn into hope.
Pain soften into relief.
And strangers become stories I will carry forever.

Today, I step into retirement with deep gratitude 🙏
Grateful for colleagues who became family, for teams who stood shoulder to shoulder in the hardest moments, and for patients who placed their trust in my hands and heart ❤️

I don’t need applause 👏❌
What I carry instead is reflection, appreciation, and a heart full of memories—moments that shaped me, challenged me, and ultimately defined who I am 🤍

This chapter ends here.
But its meaning will stay with me for the rest of my life.