The other day, I went to the dentist. At one point, water splashed onto my mouth and chin. She paused and gently cleaned it up. At the end of the visit, she carefully wiped my face of the remnants of splatter that had settled in from the cleaning process. I felt the caring in these acts, and I thanked her both times. I told her that, years ago, after a dental visit to another practice, after checking out at the front desk, I stopped to use the restroom. Inside, I went to rinse my hands and glanced up at the mirror above the sink. White, dried-up patches of dental debris marked my mouth and chin. Had I not gone to the restroom, I would have been traveling around with that until I got home. So, I appreciated the kindness and care from my recent dentist. And I wanted her to know.
