The day I learned about the secret DO handshake

By The DO Staff

12.05.24

The year was 2002 and I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting on a torn chocolate-brown leather couch in the chief resident’s office at North Shore University Hospital after a long shift. There were four of us leaning on a low-lying coffee table with many scratches, stains and scars winding over it. We were playing “flick football,” a common pastime we used to relieve stress after a hard shift. Little did we know that this game in particular would lead to a conversation about the profession, and what it truly means to be a DO.

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