I spent the morning with an elderly patient who was grateful to be seen as the clinics are closed. He questioned if he should even be out in public but needed follow-up after a recent eye surgery. After the exam, he asked if he could chat for a few minutes because he wanted to talk about his deceased son who was a scientist. I realized I’ve taken these precious interactions for granted. Usually my schedule is packed with back-to-back exams. But today, I listened and acknowledged this proud father and what his son had accomplished. This 84-year-old man was seen and heard. His vision and eyesight were secondary. I love my job.