Dr. Jordan Engle and Mr. Phou Manivong
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I used to believe, very strongly, that my superiors should be older than I was. That meant my doctor, my dentist, my pastor and my boss. Then a terrible thing happened. I got old. The people in charge of me either died or retired. Before I knew it, my seventh grade student Johnny Goering was performing my colonoscopy. It didn't matter that he was 45. He'd always be in the seventh grade. The kids I used to teach at Central Catholic were now in positions of authority. Johnny G was my doctor, C.J. Stec was my dentist, and Jimmy Golka - now the Bishop of Colorado Springs - heard my confession. Nothing seemed right about it until I experienced a startling epiphany. Just before a surgical procedure, I was dozing on a gurney when I felt a comforting hand on my own. I looked up to see Dr. John Goering smiling at me with such...compassion. "This wonderful boy is now my doctor," I realized in a kind of wonder. He would take care of me. The seismic shift settled, and just lik