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A Case of Conscience


Accustomed as we are, to read in the newspapers or see worse on television news and images, often gruesome and unnecessary violent deaths of men at the hands of other men, it seems that without one or more deaths, no corpses in plain sight, for the macabre enjoyment of the spectators, the news is not news, is not worthy of being published and disseminated. For this reason I was
today, very impressed, I'd say impressed by the emphasis that some newspapers, including the ones I read, have an event ended without casualties, without bloodshed, but that makes us think that almost forces us to reflect and take a stand as human beings belonging to this community, forces us to put our conscience and to propose a question, a question of a doubt, that only in our hearts and in solitude with ourselves, we can try to solve.
The fact is recent, but does not belong to our country, so unfortunately accustomed to medical malpractice who see doctors for suspected non-compliance, for incompetence, for fatal carelessness towards the poor patients, but occurred in Germany, Padenborn a city of the western region of North Rhine-Westphalia.
a hospital patient, a man of 36 years had already been anesthetized. But when the surgeon was preparing to perform the surgery has seen the tattoo emblazoned on the biceps (the classic eagle sitting on a swastika symbol of Nazism) was pulled back. Literally. He took off the mask from his face, he stripped the green gown and left the operating room, praying another surgeon present for him to operate the patient.
Outside, in a waiting room sat the wife of the patient. The quarantaseienne surgeon turned directly with a few, but unequivocal words : "I did not draw her husband, lady, I can not, because they are jew, my conscience will not let me .." The other surgeon has taken its place, the operation was performed with a happy outcome, the patient is doing well.
followed the article in the newspaper comment of a journalist, I always read that, I respect and admire you for your courage and your clarity, Fiamma Nirenstein, are obvious, such as revealing his name, Jewish origins.
journalist, while I understand the reasons for the surgeon and catching them in extenuating circumstances, it stigmatizes the work entitled to comment the article "made a mistake by a physician and jew. Saving lives comes first" synthesizing with these words His mind then widely expressed.
As a physician, instinctively and without thinking, I was initially supportive of the thoughts of the journalist, as clearly and logically expressed, considering that my jew-German colleague had failed to doctors and for us is sacred and inviolable, the Oath of Hippocrates that obliges us to provide our care to those in need of our work, regardless of any other evaluation of a personal nature, whatever it is, no ifs, ands or buts.
E 'extreme and obvious, for example, the case where a doctor is forced into war to carry out his work of aid against enemies or friends, if they are in case of need.
Equally imperative is the imperative for every physician to render assistance immediately and spontaneously to those who need it and was in danger. Still remaining
this inalienable and indisputable principle, however, reflecting calmly and freeing time and emotion from the immediate reading of the story has provoked in me, I was forced to revise my position completely reversing my deduction.
First, in this case was not depicted the situation of extreme urgency and emergency and a state of necessity, being the patient in the hospital and above all there was a different surgeon can take the place of the doctor who gave up to work and then to take patient care.
Very different would be the case in which the surgeon jew was the only one capable of working, or the only doctor present and available, taking shape in such a hypothetical situation a state of absolute necessity, that absolutely would not allow the doctor to escape their duty.
But the explanation of the work of the surgeon, who refused to work is all in his own words, in the few lapidary words he addressed to the wife of his patient: "I did not draw a her husband, lady, I can not, because are jew, my conscience will not let me. "
Attention, the doctor said "I do not want " but said " I can not " and added" my conscience will not let me. " What conscience? a jew? a doctor or do both?
The key to understanding the work of the doctor is all that his " I can not ".
Every doctor knows this and must always remember that when it is not in a condition of absolute necessity, as I stated earlier, if his condition is psychological and physical, that are not likely to offer the patient the best of himself or his abilities and skills are not likely to make him feel adequate to the task, must waives his profession to the patient.
In this particular case it was not course of professional skills, being a doctor, a surgeon ready to operate, but rather a psychological and emotional situation, which has been created at the time of observation, the jew doctor, his patient to be a neo-Nazi.
I can easily imagine how the doctor could not have felt quite free and free of emotion and mood disturbances, feelings understandable and easy to imagine that they could make, according to his conscience, not shiny and perfectly suitable for a delicate task which preparing and realizing this, right and proper, has decided not to work, assigning the patient to another surgeon.
Ben would have been different if he had been the only surgeon in order to operate.
In such circumstances the doctor, with all its troubles, was forced from his duty, to operate.
upsetting circumstances is the same reason why most doctors refuse to give up or take care of their families, just because they do not feel free from emotional involvement with them, that make them shiny and obiettvi in \u200b\u200bdiagnosis and therapy possible.
I realize that all these may, or may seem academic discourse and perhaps unnecessary, since then everything has been resolved positively. Maybe I am, so maybe think those who had the patience to read this far, but not for me, and especially for me man physician, which are a necessity, a cause for reflection, analysis, and of course also of self-criticism, self-censorship.
But one last thought comes to me from the episode and is in addition to the many findings, the topic given to me several times, the personal and professional experience.
often and it happened to me, as I said in this last occasion, we express opinions and evaluations in the wake of emotions and passions, emotional moods, and judgments that need not stop there, but absolutely under assessment and the critique of our reason, which unfortunately often leads to conclusions diametrically opposed to the first formula, creating within us a conflict difficult to resolve between feeling and reason. But
feeling and reason are really two aspects of our psyche, one against the other armies? E 'within us that can never develop a daily struggle between the two? Or is it not true that both the two functions are necessary for our existence and strive with things, but above all different times, to lead us to an opinion on the reality that surrounds us?
The feeling in fact, broadly construed, leads us to conclusions quickly, but necessarily imprecise.
The reason for the slower, allows us to make judgments later, but certainly more accurate and detailed '. One has
then the speed advantage in the conclusions, the other for greater accuracy. Perhaps if we were able to use both tools, achieve better results.
I would like to conclude on this subject, with the words of a great psychiatrist of the early years of last century, Kurt Schneider, who I consider my teacher, although he died when I was just born, but having studied and understood all hope His books include:
"A man who was just feeling, it would still be a man. A man who was just reason, is no longer a man."
Thanks for letting me read to date.
Domenico Mazzullo
d.mazzullo @ tiscali.it
www.studiomazzullo.com

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A Case of Conscience


Accustomed as we are, to read in the newspapers or see worse on television news and images, often gruesome and unnecessary violent deaths of men at the hands of other men, it seems that without one or more deaths, no corpses in plain sight, for the macabre enjoyment of the spectators, the news is not news, is not worthy of being published and disseminated. For this reason I was
today, very impressed, I'd say impressed by the emphasis that some newspapers, including the ones I read, have an event ended without casualties, without bloodshed, but that makes us think that almost forces us to reflect and take a stand as human beings belonging to this community, forces us to put our conscience and to propose a question, a question of a doubt, that only in our hearts and in solitude with ourselves, we can try to solve.
The fact is recent, but does not belong to our country, so unfortunately accustomed to medical malpractice who see doctors for suspected non-compliance, for incompetence, for fatal carelessness towards the poor patients, but occurred in Germany, Padenborn a city of the western region of North Rhine-Westphalia.
a hospital patient, a man of 36 years had already been anesthetized. But when the surgeon was preparing to perform the surgery has seen the tattoo emblazoned on the biceps (the classic eagle sitting on a swastika symbol of Nazism) was pulled back. Literally. He took off the mask from his face, he stripped the green gown and left the operating room, praying another surgeon present for him to operate the patient.
Outside, in a waiting room sat the wife of the patient. The quarantaseienne surgeon turned directly with a few, but unequivocal words : "I did not draw her husband, lady, I can not, because they are jew, my conscience will not let me .." The other surgeon has taken its place, the operation was performed with a happy outcome, the patient is doing well.
followed the article in the newspaper comment of a journalist, I always read that, I respect and admire you for your courage and your clarity, Fiamma Nirenstein, are obvious, such as revealing his name, Jewish origins.
journalist, while I understand the reasons for the surgeon and catching them in extenuating circumstances, it stigmatizes the work entitled to comment the article "made a mistake by a physician and jew. Saving lives comes first" synthesizing with these words His mind then widely expressed.
As a physician, instinctively and without thinking, I was initially supportive of the thoughts of the journalist, as clearly and logically expressed, considering that my jew-German colleague had failed to doctors and for us is sacred and inviolable, the Oath of Hippocrates that obliges us to provide our care to those in need of our work, regardless of any other evaluation of a personal nature, whatever it is, no ifs, ands or buts.
E 'extreme and obvious, for example, the case where a doctor is forced into war to carry out his work of aid against enemies or friends, if they are in case of need.
Equally imperative is the imperative for every physician to render assistance immediately and spontaneously to those who need it and was in danger. Still remaining
this inalienable and indisputable principle, however, reflecting calmly and freeing time and emotion from the immediate reading of the story has provoked in me, I was forced to revise my position completely reversing my deduction.
First, in this case was not depicted the situation of extreme urgency and emergency and a state of necessity, being the patient in the hospital and above all there was a different surgeon can take the place of the doctor who gave up to work and then to take patient care.
Very different would be the case in which the surgeon jew was the only one capable of working, or the only doctor present and available, taking shape in such a hypothetical situation a state of absolute necessity, that absolutely would not allow the doctor to escape their duty.
But the explanation of the work of the surgeon, who refused to work is all in his own words, in the few lapidary words he addressed to the wife of his patient: "I did not draw a her husband, lady, I can not, because are jew, my conscience will not let me. "
Attention, the doctor said "I do not want " but said " I can not " and added" my conscience will not let me. " What conscience? a jew? a doctor or do both?
The key to understanding the work of the doctor is all that his " I can not ".
Every doctor knows this and must always remember that when it is not in a condition of absolute necessity, as I stated earlier, if his condition is psychological and physical, that are not likely to offer the patient the best of himself or his abilities and skills are not likely to make him feel adequate to the task, must waives his profession to the patient.
In this particular case it was not course of professional skills, being a doctor, a surgeon ready to operate, but rather a psychological and emotional situation, which has been created at the time of observation, the jew doctor, his patient to be a neo-Nazi.
I can easily imagine how the doctor could not have felt quite free and free of emotion and mood disturbances, feelings understandable and easy to imagine that they could make, according to his conscience, not shiny and perfectly suitable for a delicate task which preparing and realizing this, right and proper, has decided not to work, assigning the patient to another surgeon.
Ben would have been different if he had been the only surgeon in order to operate.
In such circumstances the doctor, with all its troubles, was forced from his duty, to operate.
upsetting circumstances is the same reason why most doctors refuse to give up or take care of their families, just because they do not feel free from emotional involvement with them, that make them shiny and obiettvi in \u200b\u200bdiagnosis and therapy possible.
I realize that all these may, or may seem academic discourse and perhaps unnecessary, since then everything has been resolved positively. Maybe I am, so maybe think those who had the patience to read this far, but not for me, and especially for me man physician, which are a necessity, a cause for reflection, analysis, and of course also of self-criticism, self-censorship.
But one last thought comes to me from the episode and is in addition to the many findings, the topic given to me several times, the personal and professional experience.
often and it happened to me, as I said in this last occasion, we express opinions and evaluations in the wake of emotions and passions, emotional moods, and judgments that need not stop there, but absolutely under assessment and the critique of our reason, which unfortunately often leads to conclusions diametrically opposed to the first formula, creating within us a conflict difficult to resolve between feeling and reason. But
feeling and reason are really two aspects of our psyche, one against the other armies? E 'within us that can never develop a daily struggle between the two? Or is it not true that both the two functions are necessary for our existence and strive with things, but above all different times, to lead us to an opinion on the reality that surrounds us?
The feeling in fact, broadly construed, leads us to conclusions quickly, but necessarily imprecise.
The reason for the slower, allows us to make judgments later, but certainly more accurate and detailed '. One has
then the speed advantage in the conclusions, the other for greater accuracy. Perhaps if we were able to use both tools, achieve better results.
I would like to conclude on this subject, with the words of a great psychiatrist of the early years of last century, Kurt Schneider, who I consider my teacher, although he died when I was just born, but having studied and understood all hope His books include:
"A man who was just feeling, it would still be a man. A man who was just reason, is no longer a man."
Thanks for letting me read to date.
Domenico Mazzullo
d.mazzullo @ tiscali.it
www.studiomazzullo.com

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Young

Young

E 'is a commonplace, accepted, tested and worn by time, consider the young generation in decline, even before reaching full maturity, the decline in age, should unfortunately happen physiologically and hopefully slowly and without pain.
and I think I got to see that this is an everyday concept in every age and preserve its young generation that is no longer seen and the generation that follows and presses closely, as less valid, less prepared, less culturally equipped less animated by the usual "good will" that I have not understood what and where it is. It was a
concept I've heard when I was a boy, the people who were above me, like age, as you deserve, as experience, as a role, as the hierarchy and now I find myself I also support having reached an age where certain concepts are expressed duty for generations, if not out of conviction and experience.
Accustomed as they are, good luck and I hope to continue to be always asking me to debate, to question the validity of what I think and I say, what I believe and trust, my values \u200b\u200band my ideals and to what it I am able, I think I could still be considered young, I have often under the scrutiny of my own and personal critique of this concept, this observation, this belief, namely that new generations are no better in some respects, than the previous ones, but rather, if possible, worse, or less valid, less prepared and less adequate to meet the challenges and above all the tasks that life submit the same to us and offers us free.
Unfortunately the screen, as I said, my severe criticism, has always confirmed this feeling, this feeling, this finding, facilitated in this task by my being a psychiatrist, and then contact, by choice and passion, with real-life difficulties , there is no need to call them diseases, the various generations.
I've never been happy with this acquisition, in fact I sincerely say that I was always deeply saddened and distressed, for two reasons, one social and one personal.
The first and most serious of course, is easily explained and readily understood: if a society is such that the younger generation, those that must necessarily and inevitably pass the baton from the hands of those who preceded them, are not better, more prepared, stronger and more aware, more mature, more adequate than before that the "witness" must leave, then inevitably that society is in decline, decline all the more dizzying the more obvious is the phenomenon pejorative from generation to generation.
The second reason is more private and personal, though certainly less serious and compelling to others: if I was a kid I listened with some bored enough and this talk about the past, even better, by large, already considered old and overtaken them and now I think they also and above all I, then I must irrevocably assume that the mature and maybe old age has also reached me.
All this until yesterday, when, as in St. Paul on the Damascus parade in front of me was a novel, unexpectedly and happily reassuring, which has dispelled at a stroke, my sad thoughts.
Yesterday, for the third time I attended as a guest transmission, the TV show "Studio 254 Show" that the students of the Academy of Cesare Lanza Studio 254 to stage and that is aired on TV Gold Italy.
know the Academy to have seen her birth and have taught you, I know the boys had to have them as students of my boring classes, but for the first time I saw them all work in the construction of a television program under the guidance, caring, but not bulky Cesare Lanza.
At the end of the program, I bade farewell to them with a strange feeling, with a particular emotion, with a new taste in the mouth that only later, with the passage of time and closed at a new-found solitude I could fully appreciate, understand, rationalize, analyze, realize, and now record and transmit.
I tried to feel the sweet taste bitter belied by the facts, to verify, to touch, to have to humbly admit, I was wrong, he had misunderstood, that he bad read and interpreted to have misunderstood the reality in my dark and gloomy, pessimistic forecasts.
is clear proof of my error evaluation was right there in front of me, clear, clear, visible and immediately grasped, in his explicit inescapable reality.
The test was in those guys, those students in those persons, belonging to a later generation to mine, and that they undertook, fighting, who is passionate, who suffered the wrong, trying to learn, they wanted to achieve a result, achieve a goal, a dream come true, they wanted to work hard to achieve it, they wanted to dream.
I was not entirely clear when I was with them in their midst.
I needed to collect my thoughts in solitude, to rethink and tidy up the emotions felt, to see the slow motion memory the faces, expressions, anxieties, fears and suffering also, of those kids who dream and are committed to realize a dream. Only
alone I could draw my own conclusions, I could gather the emotions and feelings in a completed and coherent thought, rational and communicable.
E 'false and only for us more mature reassuring and comforting to think, believe, be convinced that new generations are less mature, less willing, less willing to sacrifice than they were earlier ones.
I'm happy to admit that they have so far wrong. Yesterday I saw a girl
Academy weep hot tears, desperate because he could not sing a good song, his song. I was moved. I was moved.
and I am convinced that as long as children continue to exist as humanity's future is safe and secured.
thank Cesare Lanza wanted and created this Academy, I thank the guys who make it up for providing me the opportunity to think again, for giving me the opportunity to admit you were wrong.

Domenico Mazzullo

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Young

Young

E 'is a commonplace, accepted, tested and worn by time, consider the young generation in decline, even before reaching full maturity, the decline in age, should unfortunately happen physiologically and hopefully slowly and without pain.
and I think I got to see that this is an everyday concept in every age and preserve its young generation that is no longer seen and the generation that follows and presses closely, as less valid, less prepared, less culturally equipped less animated by the usual "good will" that I have not understood what and where it is. It was a
concept I've heard when I was a boy, the people who were above me, like age, as you deserve, as experience, as a role, as the hierarchy and now I find myself I also support having reached an age where certain concepts are expressed duty for generations, if not out of conviction and experience.
Accustomed as they are, good luck and I hope to continue to be always asking me to debate, to question the validity of what I think and I say, what I believe and trust, my values \u200b\u200band my ideals and to what it I am able, I think I could still be considered young, I have often under the scrutiny of my own and personal critique of this concept, this observation, this belief, namely that new generations are no better in some respects, than the previous ones, but rather, if possible, worse, or less valid, less prepared and less adequate to meet the challenges and above all the tasks that life submit the same to us and offers us free.
Unfortunately the screen, as I said, my severe criticism, has always confirmed this feeling, this feeling, this finding, facilitated in this task by my being a psychiatrist, and then contact, by choice and passion, with real-life difficulties , there is no need to call them diseases, the various generations.
I've never been happy with this acquisition, in fact I sincerely say that I was always deeply saddened and distressed, for two reasons, one social and one personal.
The first and most serious of course, is easily explained and readily understood: if a society is such that the younger generation, those that must necessarily and inevitably pass the baton from the hands of those who preceded them, are not better, more prepared, stronger and more aware, more mature, more adequate than before that the "witness" must leave, then inevitably that society is in decline, decline all the more dizzying the more obvious is the phenomenon pejorative from generation to generation.
The second reason is more private and personal, though certainly less serious and compelling to others: if I was a kid I listened with some bored enough and this talk about the past, even better, by large, already considered old and overtaken them and now I think they also and above all I, then I must irrevocably assume that the mature and maybe old age has also reached me.
All this until yesterday, when, as in St. Paul on the Damascus parade in front of me was a novel, unexpectedly and happily reassuring, which has dispelled at a stroke, my sad thoughts.
Yesterday, for the third time I attended as a guest transmission, the TV show "Studio 254 Show" that the students of the Academy of Cesare Lanza Studio 254 to stage and that is aired on TV Gold Italy.
know the Academy to have seen her birth and have taught you, I know the boys had to have them as students of my boring classes, but for the first time I saw them all work in the construction of a television program under the guidance, caring, but not bulky Cesare Lanza.
At the end of the program, I bade farewell to them with a strange feeling, with a particular emotion, with a new taste in the mouth that only later, with the passage of time and closed at a new-found solitude I could fully appreciate, understand, rationalize, analyze, realize, and now record and transmit.
I tried to feel the sweet taste bitter belied by the facts, to verify, to touch, to have to humbly admit, I was wrong, he had misunderstood, that he bad read and interpreted to have misunderstood the reality in my dark and gloomy, pessimistic forecasts.
is clear proof of my error evaluation was right there in front of me, clear, clear, visible and immediately grasped, in his explicit inescapable reality.
The test was in those guys, those students in those persons, belonging to a later generation to mine, and that they undertook, fighting, who is passionate, who suffered the wrong, trying to learn, they wanted to achieve a result, achieve a goal, a dream come true, they wanted to work hard to achieve it, they wanted to dream.
I was not entirely clear when I was with them in their midst.
I needed to collect my thoughts in solitude, to rethink and tidy up the emotions felt, to see the slow motion memory the faces, expressions, anxieties, fears and suffering also, of those kids who dream and are committed to realize a dream. Only
alone I could draw my own conclusions, I could gather the emotions and feelings in a completed and coherent thought, rational and communicable.
E 'false and only for us more mature reassuring and comforting to think, believe, be convinced that new generations are less mature, less willing, less willing to sacrifice than they were earlier ones.
I'm happy to admit that they have so far wrong. Yesterday I saw a girl
Academy weep hot tears, desperate because he could not sing a good song, his song. I was moved. I was moved.
and I am convinced that as long as children continue to exist as humanity's future is safe and secured.
thank Cesare Lanza wanted and created this Academy, I thank the guys who make it up for providing me the opportunity to think again, for giving me the opportunity to admit you were wrong.

Domenico Mazzullo