At my rapidly advancing age, I’m always comforted when I
receive a clean bill of health from Dr. Jeff, my dentist. I may have long ago
lost my hair, but I take pride in the fact I still have my original 28 (sans
wisdom teeth) intact.
So at the end of my semi-annual check-up and cleaning
earlier this week, we reminisced at how long we’ve enjoyed our doctor-patient
relationship. For those keeping score at home, my first visit to him was in
1995 and four grandchildren (for him) and another daughter for me (now 21) since
then, we’re still keeping the faith.
Now that’s even more surprising when you consider that
Dr. Jeff practices in New York City and I have to take the train in to see him,
despite the convenience of roughly 50 dental practitioners within a five-mile
radius of my suburban home. But when you find someone you like and perhaps more
importantly, trust, you keep the ship sailing in the same direction.
He’s never recommended any unnecessary work and many
times told me that if I ever had a problem on a weekend, he’d gladly come in
the office for an emergency. Thankfully, I never had to call in that favor.
I’m sure it’s a similar story with regard to choosing and
staying with, an accountant. As a matter of fact, I’ve had Rocco, my
accountant, two years longer than Dr. Jeff.