Holding the fear and dread in, I told my manager, L, that I was starting clinical work at my uni on Monday, but will continue to come to work at the hospital from Tuesday to Friday (which is 2 hours away from my uni, so lots of driving for me). “Please pray for me,” I said, almost in a pleading tone. “E and I miss praying with you in the mornings, Abby, and we are still praying for you,” was her reply. Feeling guilty about how I have been withdrawing from people lately, I apologised for not updating her on how I was going the past few weeks. “As I’ve been praying for you, God was showing me how He specifically chose this place for you to work in. While we don’t exactly tick the boxes needed for your exam over here and are not as structured as your uni requires you to be, you have learnt to engage with very difficult patients and that will make you a much better clinician and mentor in the future. Imagine finishing your training and only knowing how to tick boxes like your uni want...