There was once a Louisville Kentucky Psychiatrist by the name of Dr. Presley Frank Martin. Before becoming a shrink he practiced real medicine in Elizabethtown, Kentucky by treating heart patients, delivering babies, sewing people back together after auto accidents and most things a good doctor would do.
One of the very unusual things he did was two or three times a month, instead of playing golf or going upriver in his boat, he visited a local farm and went for a mule ride.
He would saddle up the mule, pick up his black doctor bag, and ride into the hills to make house calls. The reason he rode the mule was there were no roads back into those hills. He took care of people that seldom, if ever came to town. They lived off the land. Dirt poor farmers and hunters.
Dr. Martin delivered their babies, gave shots, sewed up cuts and treated infections. He did the things good country doctors did for people. He was never paid with money because they didn't have any. If he was paid, it was from the garden or the hen house and on occasion he brought home a good hickory smoked ham.
This didn't happen in the 1700's or the 1800's. This was in the 1960's
You don't have to be a doctor to ride the mule. You just need the heart of a servant.
Just get on your mule, use your talent, make a difference in someones life.
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