One Day, One Room.

As many of you will probably already know, I am an avid fan of the television series House, or House M.D., a medical drama following the life and cases of Dr Greg House, a sarcastic, cynical man whose medical genius is indisputable. In each of the 177 episodes spanning across 8 seasons, House and his team face a different, complex medical case, each as interesting and intriguing as the last. I do, as I have said countless times before with other characters, plan to write another post on Dr House (I do plan on carrying these out by the way, so fair warning), but tonight I want to talk about one case which struck me.

The case is of a young woman who has come into the Clinic worried about an STD. It turns out that she has been raped. She chooses to confide, to trust in House, causing him to be faced with a far more puzzling medical dilemma for the man who, by personal law, isolates himself and excuses himself from emotional entanglement. As the episode progresses, the young woman, Eve, insists that she wants to talk. Not about what happened to her, but about other things. Normal things. The weather. House, being House, doesn’t understand. Nor do his fellows. But as time goes on he realises that he needs to open up to her, show her in an indirect way that she is not alone. And he does. She opens up about what happened to her and she begins to heal. All because he conceded to talk to her.

There are people in our lives who are suffering, whether we know it or not. They may be suffering from physical ailments or emotional ailments, they may not be suffering at all. They may have suffered in the past. The point is that as human beings we have a duty to look after each other. We have a duty to talk, to show someone, in however subconscious a way, that they are not alone. House, however much he denies that caring for others helps, realised that opening up to someone not only helps you but helps the other person to realise that they are not alone, that there are other people on this vast but seemingly small planet who do in fact care. And that is so important.

So tonight I leave you with a plea: talk to people. Talk to your friends, your family, distant cousins. Even that lonesome person at that bar. You never know who’s suffering. Whose life you might change.

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