Robert Reiss DDS. Board Member of Global Associates for Health Development, inc.
Last week I had to go to Chase Bank on Lexington Avenue and Sixtieth Street to correct an imbalance in my checking account. The manager took care of the problem and we talked his recent loss of his twenty five year old son, in a traffic accident on the Long Island Expressway. I expressed my sadness and found it hard to understand how you deal with the loss of a child.
The conversation made me understand how fragile we are.
I left the bank and got into a taxi to go home. The driver was an Indian man, a Sikh with a turban on his head. He had seen me coming out of the bank and asked if I had business there.
I said that Chase mixed up my professional account with my private one, but now it was taken care of. He asked if I was a doctor, and I said yes, a dentist.
He asked if I could answer some questions he had about his blood pressure and diet.
I told him that I would be glad to. His blood pressure varied a lot, based on the time of day and how much he had eaten, and since he was sitting all of the time, he was overweight.
I gave him some ideas about diet and exercise.
When we reached my home, I realized that I had left my phone and wallet at the bank, on the desk of the manager.
I said, please don’t turn the meter off; I think that I left my phone and wallet at the bank where you picked me up.
He turned the cab around and headed back to the bank.
I asked him how many children he had and what their ages were. He told me about them and then said that I should call the bank.
He told me that I should call the bank and make sure that the had my possessions and that they would still be open,
He handed me his cell phone to call the bank.
They were open and had my wallet and phone. As we approach the area, police action was blocking Lexington Avenue. The driver told me to get out and run the next block and a half, and when the blockage cleared up, he would meet me at the bank.
I returned with my belongings left at the bank, and he was parked outside.
I got in and he asked me where to? I said now let’s go back to where you first took me.
On the final trip home we discussed the relationship between Pakistan and India.
He felt that Pakistani could not be trusted.
I told him of two Pakistani people that I knew to be wonderful people. He corrected his statement by saying that he guessed that all Pakistani people weren’t untrustworthy.
I got home and thanked him for making a negative experience, into a positive one.
He replied that he appreciated our time together, and hoped that we would be able to meet and talk again.
Robert Reiss DDS, Board Member
April 2014
Last week I had to go to Chase Bank on Lexington Avenue and Sixtieth Street to correct an imbalance in my checking account. The manager took care of the problem and we talked his recent loss of his twenty five year old son, in a traffic accident on the Long Island Expressway. I expressed my sadness and found it hard to understand how you deal with the loss of a child.
The conversation made me understand how fragile we are.
I left the bank and got into a taxi to go home. The driver was an Indian man, a Sikh with a turban on his head. He had seen me coming out of the bank and asked if I had business there.
I said that Chase mixed up my professional account with my private one, but now it was taken care of. He asked if I was a doctor, and I said yes, a dentist.
He asked if I could answer some questions he had about his blood pressure and diet.
I told him that I would be glad to. His blood pressure varied a lot, based on the time of day and how much he had eaten, and since he was sitting all of the time, he was overweight.
I gave him some ideas about diet and exercise.
When we reached my home, I realized that I had left my phone and wallet at the bank, on the desk of the manager.
I said, please don’t turn the meter off; I think that I left my phone and wallet at the bank where you picked me up.
He turned the cab around and headed back to the bank.
I asked him how many children he had and what their ages were. He told me about them and then said that I should call the bank.
He told me that I should call the bank and make sure that the had my possessions and that they would still be open,
He handed me his cell phone to call the bank.
They were open and had my wallet and phone. As we approach the area, police action was blocking Lexington Avenue. The driver told me to get out and run the next block and a half, and when the blockage cleared up, he would meet me at the bank.
I returned with my belongings left at the bank, and he was parked outside.
I got in and he asked me where to? I said now let’s go back to where you first took me.
On the final trip home we discussed the relationship between Pakistan and India.
He felt that Pakistani could not be trusted.
I told him of two Pakistani people that I knew to be wonderful people. He corrected his statement by saying that he guessed that all Pakistani people weren’t untrustworthy.
I got home and thanked him for making a negative experience, into a positive one.
He replied that he appreciated our time together, and hoped that we would be able to meet and talk again.
Robert Reiss DDS, Board Member
April 2014