The story of a hospital?

We all have limited time, in school, in life, even in existence.
It is not possible for us to bring about that much change to the world around us,
especially if the change is controversial, revolutionary and not popular (minus maybe people like Hitler and Great leaders of the world).
There is, without exception, limits to our abilities and capabilities

The thing is, how far can we push them before someone else pushes back?
We are restrained by laws, of nature, of humanity, of self.
Pushing them is one thing, breaking them is another.
Given that, working around them...needs special, but nonetheless achievable, skills.

Countless times, I have broken these lines, stepping into territory I was never meant to.

With a lot of skill, and perhaps a tinge of luck, I managed to get away every single time.

Or maybe its just the indifference of the "governing bodies"...

But the point is, I can't imagine what could have been the result if I didn't break those lines.

Most of the time, I break lines because there is a NEED to, not because I WANT to.
I mean, when you are a doctor and see someone you love dying,
and the attending doctor is standing by the side pretending that nothing is wrong, what do you do?
You know you have the ability to help, you know you can make a positive change,
and the only line between you and your loved one is a yes from the higher ups.
But you know its never going to come, cos the higher ups just don't care if your loved one lives or dies.
Yet, you can't overthrow the entire hospital just to get a yes, and there isn't enough time even if you could.
So what do you do?
I simply walked in, snatched the scalpel out of the hands of the attending,
did what I can and save my loved one, and left.
The higher ups didn't care, the intending didn't care, the patient lives.

Then this becomes an all too frequent "procedure".
Sit there and do nothing while the patient dies, step in and do the job, leave.
Its really quite sad tho, especially when the records of lives saved by the hospital shoots up,
people start celebrating and the attending doctor speaks of improvement and positivity,
while the higher ups pretend they care and encourages the team to continue improving.
You sit quietly and the corner, counting the number of times you have saved the patient from the brink of death.
Tallies exactly with the records.

Change?
Yes, Change. But taken as expected improvement.
Glory?
Yes, Glory. But never to yourself but always to others.
Worthwhile?
You bet it is!