as a coord of graduated kids' travels, you had to convive with a lot of people; kids, other coordinators, parents, and doctors. Why doctors? Because if someone is injured, who will attend him properly? this travel was going amazing; kids are rebel but fun, friendly and funny. As always, the coords waited on the hallway of the hotel, spending time or just chatting. The doctor was there. His name was Greg, and he wasn't like any other one; he had baggy eyes. everyone suspected he had insomnia, and he had. What student of medicine didn't? Anyway, there you were, watching the kids and standing next to him. You decided you had to talk to him. Ask if he was okey. What if you break a bone and get too nervous to talk to him for the first time?

"What? Me? Yeah! No worries!"