Speech for Sean, our dentist

I crafted a speech for my kid brother Sean's inauguration as president of the local Philippine Dental Association chapter this weekend. Manong and I are going home for the occasion. We got new barongs. My mother said I should craft the speech immediately, so Sean can rehearse it! So typical of mother to be over-prepared in matters like this. As usual, I have a feeling she will overhaul what I've written, but when I spoke to her through a video call, she said the speech was "good."

It begins with something like this:

Dentists, too, have a unique role to play in society, even if much of what we do is hidden from public eyes. Ours is generally a quiet profession. Our work involves our daily routine of opening shop every day, sterilizing our instruments, checking if we have enough dental supplies, seeing, talking to, and reassuring our patients, and doing the actual dental work that our patients need. At the end of the day, we rest, we take care of our families, and we enjoy our hobbies—all these we do in preparation for yet another day. For each of these vital steps, we endeavor to do good and meaningful work.

I love dentists—there are two of them in the family! The smell of dental clinics brings me back to simpler days of my childhood, while we waited for mother to finish before we can head home, dropping by the Rose Fruit Stand near the Round Ball to get fresh mangoes, her favorites.

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  1. AnonymousThu Aug 22, 10:56:00 PM GMT+8

    Hope to read the whole speech. ��

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  2. Rodney TapleyWed Nov 27, 07:13:00 PM GMT+8

    thanks this is good blog. Dentist Leeds

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  3. I love AussieMon Jun 17, 03:00:00 PM GMT+8

    Thank you, Sean, for always making our smiles brighter! Write for Us Dentist

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  4. Jack HooverMon Aug 19, 10:02:00 PM GMT+8

    Sean's speech perfectly captures his dedication and passion for dentistry. It's clear he cares deeply about his patients and their well-being. Great job, Sean! Luiz Antonio Duarte Ferreira

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  5. THEJEMBEWed Nov 13, 09:33:00 PM GMT+8

    Thank you for sharing this heartfelt speech for Sean, our dentist! It beautifully highlights his dedication and care for patients. His professionalism and warm approach make him a true asset to the dental community. Truly inspiring! THEJEMBE

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  6. Global Talent PathwayWed Nov 13, 09:56:00 PM GMT+8

    It was a pleasure to read this heartfelt tribute. Your words paint a vivid and moving picture of the impact Sean had on those around him. From the humorous anecdotes to the sincere moments of admiration, it’s clear he was much more than just a dentist—he was a friend and a constant source of encouragement. Thank you for sharing such an authentic and personal speech, celebrating the life and legacy of someone so cherished. This post serves as a beautiful reminder of the importance of gratitude and the lasting bonds we form with those who touch our lives. Global Talent Pathway

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  7. maddyThu Nov 28, 07:42:00 PM GMT+8

    A heartfelt and well-deserved speech for Sean! His dedication, expertise, and compassionate care truly make a difference. Thank you for always putting your patients' well-being first!
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  8. America CiteTue May 13, 08:57:00 PM GMT+8

    Intriguing concept! *Bottled ※ Brain* sounds thought-provoking—curious to explore the deeper meaning behind the title and theme.
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  9. Exploring Australia with Lookout Australia: Your Ultimate Local GuideMon May 26, 09:47:00 PM GMT+8

    What a heartfelt tribute! Sean truly sounds like a dedicated and compassionate dentist—lucky to have someone like him in the community. 😄🦷👏Click here

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