A Woman's Quest: The life of Marie E. Zakrzewska, M.D.Zakrzewska, Marie E. (Marie Elizabeth)
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A Woman's Quest: The life of Marie E. Zakrzewska, M.D.
Zakrzewska, Marie E. (Marie Elizabeth)
Women physicians -- United States -- Biography; Zakrzewska, Marie E. (Marie Elizabeth), 1829-1902
The good results obtained by the addition of these sanitary auxiliaries
whose use was permitted only through our persuasion, created almost a
superstitious faith in us and resulted in sending to us patients from
a distance of ten and twelve miles from Bleecker Street. This made
increased demands on our physical and nervous powers, for we made it a
point not to refuse any person if it were at all possible to see her.
Thus we placed foundation stones here and there all over Manhattan
Island upon which to build our superstructure of medical practice by
women. In this respect, as in all solid production in nature and in
civilization, a sound foundation must be created first. No reform,
no culture can be successful if we limit ourselves to the higher
intellects. We must under all conditions be careful not to speak over
the heads of the mentally mediocre crowd.
The soil in which the seed is sown must be examined, then prepared, and
then cultivated in the most prudent and careful manner--only then can
we expect to have the seed take root and grow.
The gaining of confidence is not obtained by showing your own
superiority; nay, it is by hiding this latter and allowing the persons
whom you want to benefit to think well of themselves, yet continuing
to lead them, indirectly, to the idea that there is a possibility of
their bettering themselves. Only by such a proceeding is it possible
to bring about confidence; then an attachment follows and, finally, a
dependence upon your higher wisdom which will always end in admiration
and gratitude. Whenever this is not the case, it shows failure in our
having been wise, or kind, or comprehending of the situation; in
short, it is the fault of the would-be benefactor.
We had two strange accidents in the neighborhood during that year. Our
backyard and outbuildings faced the rear of a livery stable containing
more than forty horses. This stable took fire one afternoon about five
o’clock. I was just coming home, and I felt so sure of the solidity of
our own buildings that I was able to control the excitement of all our
inmates who, in bed and out of bed, were perfectly quiet and remained
in their rooms in spite of the smoke and noise and all the confusion
which a large fire causes.
A few months later at four o’clock in the morning, I was just retiring
to my room after having attended a patient below when I heard the cry
of “Fire!” And looking out of my window, I saw that a man had upset a
fluid lamp, filling the whole room with flames, while he with his night
shirt on fire was seeking to escape through the door which he could
not find, thus burning to death before my eyes. It was an appalling
spectacle, and before I could really comprehend the situation, firemen
appeared and worked hard, for the conflagration soon included several
buildings.
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