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When I entered the KU School of Medicine in August of 2003, I was extremely intimidated and scared. Not just by the bewildering curriculum and crushing work load, but also by how much smarter everyone else seemed to be. In fact, I often wondered how I had managed to hoodwink the powers that be into admitting me to this place at all.

I figured that as my first year of medical school progressed, I’d probably become one of those students who just couldn’t cut it and I’d get weeded out, because I was just an ordinary person trying to make it in a field where only extraordinary people succeed.

I made it through my first year of medical school…and my second year…but I still had doubts that I had what it takes to become a physician.

Then comes that life-changing moment…that day when a superior - whether it’s an attending physician or the chief resident - barks at you, “Hey, Kracht, go work up that chest pain in the ER.”

You walk briskly down the hall, accompanied by the anxiety of talking to a total stranger who may be dealing with a lifethreatening condition.