Like all medical school graduates, I received a free monogrammed doctor's bag from the pharmaceutical industry. In time, my bag wore out, and I gave it to my father to hold his tools.
As a machinist, carpenter, and home gardener, my father made good use of my bag; and sometimes he pretended that he was a doctor making house calls.
Although my father never went to college and didn't understand medicine, he did understand that the body is a machine that needs nutritious fruits and vegetables which can be grown at home.
It took me many years of study and practice to understand what my father intuitively understood. I wish that my medical education had included courses from practical-minded, plain-spoken, earthy people like my father.
Let's learn to appreciate such people, because they have much to offer those of us with more knowledge than common sense.
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Food is live medicine. Medicine is dead food.