In his heydays, he dedicated all his time to the hospital and his practice. His patients adored him and said he was the best doctor there ever was.
He spent little time at home and his children grew up without him.
In his heydays, he was a leading researcher. He gave lectures to thousands of academic scholars. He was the authority in his field.
He had no time for his family and his wife divorced him.
In his heydays, he taught countless medical students and strike terror into them. He made men from boys and he transformed them into good doctors. He was respected by all in the hospital.
He returned to an empty home and he started drinking.
His heydays ended in the blink of an eye. In his last days he was a bitter man and all he had was a bottle of whisky. Sometimes his students would visit him but like him in his heydays, they were all too busy.
He died a lonely and depressed man.