The Final Tribute

Dr. Donald Kent: In every doctor, there's the hope that if something terrible must happen, he can be on the scene. The accident was one happening of its kind, in a period of many years. But that's not what is meant by the practice of medicine. You all know that I have confined myself to the more interesting phases of medicine and surgery. I have deliberately avoided as much of the unpleasant work as I could. Dr. Walton - a much older man than myself - came to me, with the suggestion that he handle such calls as I was unwilling to take. I thought at first that... well, maybe he was in need of the extra money he'd make that way; but I was wrong. Dr. Walton has never accepted a cent from me - or from any of my patients that he's attended... It was only recently that I began to ask myself why. Why did he make those long, tiring trips at night, that he knew, even better than I, that the patient usually could easily wait 'til the next day? Why? You see... it was something that I didn't quite understand. When a patient called me in the middle of the night, it was because he was frightened. His family was frightened. They were frightened by something they didn't understand. What they needed was something more than medical help - they needed sympathy and reassurance; I never gave it to them. But that is what Dr. Walton has always given to them. He has given you far more than his medical knowledge; he has given you a feeling of security when you needed it. I gave you one day... I'm thankful that I could. But how about Dr. Walton? He has given you his whole life.