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Original post by Jonathan Stallick
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life.
One man, an allopathic doctor, decided to explain the problem with homeopathy. He argued,
“What’s a person going to get out of homeopathy other than junk science, a sugar pill and water? Why would anyone want to be a homeopath?”
To stress his point, he said to another guest,
“You’re a homeopath, Mrs Smith. What do you make?”
𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱,
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲?”
(She paused for a moment, then began.)
“𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮 𝟵𝟬-𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻.
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲?”
(She paused again and looked around the table.)
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲𝘀.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵, 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.
𝗜 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀, 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵, 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹.
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗚𝗼𝗱-𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘁.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆.
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲.
𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀-𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻.”
(Mrs Smith paused one last time, then continued.)
“𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵.
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲?
𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲.”
She looked at him calmly and asked,
“What do you make, Doctor?”
His jaw dropped.
He went silent.
[Edited to say original author not known.]