My son,

When you are not receiving the Blessed Sacrament and praying to the Lord your God, someone somewhere else is. And when the two of you are called to relieve the sick and the suffering, he will have the spiritual advantage over you. Never settle to be a mediocre physician, but with a little extra added effort you can bring love to your job, because medicine is never enough. And be kind to all that you meet. Everyone has their own battles. In a place where there is no love – restore it and leave it there. Remember all souls are considered immortal except those of the righteous: they are divine. Never forget your greatest gift is not your wealth but your health. So please be a father with patience for the poor, orphans, widows, giving equal care for all of God’s children. And always keep in mind giving of oneself enriches oneself and where there is great love, there are always miracles. We cannot command nature except obeying her. Make yourself necessary to somebody with integrity, wholeness, harmony and connection and never doubt your ability as a physician, husband and father. I love you.

Love,

Dad

P.S. Remember me when you are upon the altar receiving the body and blood of our Lord.

Arthur Ochoa