I just had to share this experience. I have been going to the dentist since August to get some needed work done. I hate the dentist worse than anything on earth, but this time it has been a pretty nice experience. I had to change dental clinics because we got new insurance.
The dentist is a very young man (28) but really good, and we hit it off immediately. His personality and mine are very good together. But...........the man I want to tell about is one of the dental assistants, an older man (late 40's) named Zoran.
Zoran and I have become good friends, and he fights the other assistants when I am there, so he can be the one to work on me, and to chat with me. He is from Yugoslavia, and he and his wife and 5 children have been in this country for 3 years, but he speaks very good English, even though his second language was Russian, and he didn't learn English until he got here. I noticed that the dentist gave Zoran a lot of responsibility, more than the other assistants, when he was working on me. Some things only the dentist can do, legally, but Zoran seemed unusually knowledgable and skilled. I chatted with him one day, while we were waiting for the shot to numb me (takes FOREVER for me) and I learned that in Yugoslavia, he was a dentist at the American Embassy. That is how he was able to get out of his country during the war, because of the diplomatic contacts he had at the embassy.
Zoran is not allowed to be a dentist here, unless he went back to school and took the training all over again. I just don't understand that at all. It seems so WRONG!! He was able to get work immediately as a dental assistant though, but the pay is not as good of course. I asked him if there were any differences in the way the work is done over there, compared to here, and he said it is all exactly the same. No difference. In Yugoslavia he didn't work with a dental assistant, which only slowed the work, but they are not as interested in production there, as they are here.
Yesterday, when he walked me to the front desk, he told me he was leaving that clinic to go to another that paid better. I was so sad because I will really miss him. He has had such an interesting life, and the prospect of seeing him made my trips to the dentist not so terrible. Fortunately I only have two more appointments and I will be done until the regular checkups. He hugged me goodbye, because my next appointment is after he is gone. I asked the gal at the desk for his full name, because I want to send a Christmas card to him and his family. I will take a gift for him later this week, before he leaves. Vodka I think.
I would love to have gotten to know him better and met his family. I wondered for awhile if they were JW's since we seemed to have such a common bond, but he mentioned Halloween and Christmas, one time, and how his children getting excited about the new holidays in this country. He is just the sweetest man!! It's interesting how you can bond with strangers.