Die somerhitte buite die hospitaal dik gemaak die stad se strate stil.

The summer heat outside the hospitaal thickened, making the city streets silent.

Binne in die lesingsaal het Hendrik rondgekrap met sy skoolnotas.

Inside the lecture hall, Hendrik was rummaging through his school notes.

Die groot vertoonkamer was koel, met baie stoele en 'n projektor wat gereed was vir sy lesing.

The large presentation room was cool, with plenty of chairs and a projector ready for his lecture.

Hy was 'n toegewyde dokter, maar elke keer as hy voor 'n groep moes praat, het sy hande begin sweet.

He was a dedicated doctor, but every time he had to speak in front of a group, his hands began to sweat.

Vandag moes hy 'n groep mediese studente toespreek.

Today he had to address a group of medical students.

Dit was vir hulle belangrik, maar ook vir hom.

It was important for them, but also for him.

Hy wou inspireer, nie net lesing gee nie.

He wanted to inspire, not just give a lecture.

Sy bril het effens afgegly soos hy sy notas bekyk het: feite, figures, proses.

His glasses slipped slightly as he looked at his notes: facts, figures, process.

"Ek moet perfek wees," het hy gedink.

"I must be perfect," he thought.

Die klok het dertienuur geslaan.

The clock struck one o'clock.

Studente het begin inkom en op die stoele geplaas.

Students began to come in and took their seats.

Jong gesigte, verwagtend.

Young faces, expectant.

Hendrik kon voel hoe sy maag draai.

Hendrik could feel his stomach turn.

Hy het sy notas stywer vasgehou.

He held his notes tighter.

"Moenie jou bekommer nie," fluister hy vir homself.

"Don't worry," he whispered to himself.

Maar die vrees was daar, soos 'n konstante teenwoordigheid.

But the fear was there, like a constant presence.

Die tyd vir die begin was hier.

The time to start had arrived.

Hy het opgestaan en na die skerm gedraai.

He stood up and turned to the screen.

Met 'n droë keel het hy begin praat.

With a dry throat, he began to speak.

Alles volgens sy notas, styf en afgemete.

Everything according to his notes, stiff and measured.

Sy stem het effens gebewe, al sy oefeninge vergeet in die aangesig van sy angs.

His voice trembled slightly, all his rehearsals forgotten in the face of his anxiety.

Skielik, in die middel van sy vertelling, het 'n student se hand opgegaan.

Suddenly, in the middle of his narrative, a student's hand went up.

"'Dok, hoekom het hierdie siekte so 'n impak op jonger pasiënte?

"'Dok, why does this disease have such an impact on younger patients?'

' het sy gevra.

she asked.

Hendrik het stilgehou.

Hendrik paused.

Dit was nie op sy notas nie, nie deel van sy voorbereide teks nie.

It wasn't in his notes, not part of his prepared script.

Maar in daardie oomblik het iets in Hendrik se kop gekliek.

But in that moment, something clicked in Hendrik's head.

Hy kon voortgaan met sy skrywery, deur die boek praat – of hy kon hierdie nuwe pad volg.

He could continue with his writing, talk through the book – or he could follow this new path.

Sy passie vir die medies het oor sy vrees gespoel.

His passion for medicine spilled over his fear.

Hy het besluit.

He decided.

'n Diep asem, en Hendrik het sy notas neergesit.

A deep breath, and Hendrik put his notes down.

Die studente het hom nuuskierig aangekyk.

The students looked at him curiously.

"Kom ons maak hierdie 'n gesprek," het hy gesê.

"Let's make this a conversation," he said.

Die ys was gebreek.

The ice was broken.

Hy het 'n verhaal begin vertel, nie net feite nie.

He began to tell a story, not just facts.

Ervarings, kwessies, iets wat die jong dokters kon aanvoel en verstaan.

Experiences, issues, something the young doctors could feel and understand.

Met elke vraag het Hendrik meer oopgemaak.

With each question, Hendrik opened up more.

Hy het vergeet van die senuwees, hy het gedink aan die impak wat hy kon hê.

He forgot about the nerves, he thought about the impact he could have.

Die gesprek was lewendig, en die studente het met belangstelling geluister.

The conversation was lively, and the students listened with interest.

Teen die einde van die sessie het die angstigheid in hom stil geword.

By the end of the session, the anxiety within him quieted.

Hy het geweet hy moes nie altyd rigid wees nie.

He knew he didn’t always have to be rigid.

Hy kon die liefde vir sy veld met ander deel op 'n manier wat eg en betrokken was.

He could share his love for his field with others in a way that was genuine and engaging.

Hendrik het die einde bereik, nie net 'n lesing nie, maar 'n ervaring.

Hendrik reached the end, not just a lecture, but an experience.

'n Glimlag het sy gesig belig toe 'n student naderstok en sê: "Dankie, Dokter.

A smile lit up his face when a student approached and said, "Thank you, Dokter.

Dit was ongelooflik insigryk.

That was incredibly insightful."

"Hendrik het geweet sy vrees is steeds daar, maar nou het hy 'n nuwe plan: om die passie te gebruik wat binne hom brand om die angs te oorkom.

Hendrik knew his fear was still there, but now he had a new plan: to use the passion burning inside him to overcome the anxiety.

En in daardie ligte, helder saal, met die son wat buite skyn, het Hendrik 'n stap nader aan sy doel gekom.

And in that light, bright hall, with the sun shining outside, Hendrik took a step closer to his goal.