New Amsterdam didn’t take my father away from me. This hospital gave me my father. Showed me who he was. Who I could be. And that’s the day I realized I wanted to be just like him, the day I knew I wanted to be a doctor. So, I wanted to start by asking all of you the same thing my father asked his staff every hour of every single day: how can I help?
I don't want to slow down for you. For anyone. That's why I can't be with someone who doesn't know my language. I know you're learning ASL. And it's so endearing and often hilarious. But I can't share everything I'm feeling in a way you'll understand. I want you to know me, to really know my heart and soul, and have you understand my most silly, convoluted thoughts. My feelings. Because without that, you'll never really know me. Yes, I feel everything that's there between us. But I also feel the empty spaces. And I don't want to live in an empty space. I don't want to fall in love in an empty space.