還看專業

空氣流動變成風是我小學對自然科學的認識,今個星期六聽了一個講座,知道香港樓宇做成阻風,很多時是平台的問題.
高低不平的建築物即使高密度也可能比同一高度建築物好.我在想風要向那裡走?人向那裡才可吸-口新鮮空氣?我們對問題的評估在乎終極目的和關懷.今天主講的建築系教授和建築師都有專業的使命,他們認為建築是大眾的事,需要顧及有特別需要的人,這個講座是給大眾的教育.如果大眾了解風與環境的關係,我們或許可以少開泠氣,放棄屋苑平台及向海單位,用人民力量改變市場氣候,最終得到更可貴的回報.
最近收到一位醫生轉寄來的電郵,談到專業的意義,我覺得非常有意思.
" The professional man is in essence one who provides service. But the service he renders is something more than that of the laborer, even the skilled laborer. It is a service that wells up from the entire complex of his personality. True, some specialized and highly developed techniques may be included, but their mode of expression is given its deepest meaning by the personality of the practitioner. In a very real sense his professional service cannot be separate from his personal being. He has no goods to sell, no land to till; his only asset is himself. It turns out that there is no right price for service, for what is a share of a man worth? If he does not contain the quality of integrity, he is worthless. If he does, he is priceless. The value is either nothing of it is infinite. "
" So do not try to set a price on yourselves. Do not measure out your professional services on a apothecary's scale and say, “Only this for so much”. Do not debase yourselves by equating your souls to what they will bring in the market. Do not be a miser, hoarding your talents and abilities and knowledge, either among yourselves or in your dealings with your clients, patients, or flock. Rather be reckless and spendthrift, pouring out your talent to all to whom it can be of service! Throw it away, waste it; and in the spending it can be of service. Do not keep a watchful eye lest you slip and give away a little bit of what you might have sold. Do not censor your thoughts to gain a wider audience. Like love, talent is useful only in its expenditure, and it is never exhausted. Certain it is that man must eat, so set what price you must on your service. But never confuse the performance, which is great, with the compensation, be it money, power, or fame, which is trivial. " Essays from the heart by Dr J Willis Hurst