This kind of guy:

We just got off the phone from a holiday call with friends. He’s an about-to-retire physician, she’s a musician. Naturally, what’s been going on with the family was the bulk of the call, and they trotted out this anecdote.

Their younger daughter, after some years of trying first this and then that, without finding her passion, finally decided to go into nursing. Not just nursing, but a specialty in emergency services. She has TOTALLY found her passion, and plunged right into it. (“OMG, weren’t you worried?” I wanted to ask… but didn’t. They’re parents, of course they worried, but they are so proud of her…)

And then this summer she fell ill.

Not COVID, but a brain tumor.

Dad- the retiring physician- got his daughter into the NIH for treatment, based on the specific type of tumor and some work going on there related to it.

Daughter shows up at NIH, and, since she is a health care professional herself, she gets a tour. Not on the floor she’ll be on, but on a different floor, her guide casually mentions “That’s Dr. Fauci’s office.”

Daughter who is a total gushing fangirl says “Oooooh, can I see?” They grin and show her the outer office, and she timidly asks “Can I meet him?” But of course they have to regretfully tell her that “busy” doesn’t even begin to describe him, so sorry… So she asks, “Can I write him a note?” and they hand her a pad and pen and right there, she dashes off a fan letter.

Then she goes down to her floor to be prepped for surgery. Surgery goes well, they move her to a regular room, to recover.

The next day, a visitor shows up.

Yep.

Dr. Fauci.

Wanted her to know he got her note, wanted to thank her for that and for her work.

Yeah, they got a selfie, even.

And that’s the kind of guy Dr. Fauci is.

You know, the guy PRESIDENT-ELECT Joe Biden has made his chief medical advisor?

That Dr. Fauci.

Wow.