Why I Started What A Doctor Looks Like Foundation

On October 9th, 2016, I was back home in Detroit for a wedding of my childhood friend. I boarded the plane to head back to Houston, when mid-flight, a passenger became unresponsive. The flight crew called for a physician to assist in the emergency. After volunteering my assistance, I was met with resistance from the flight crew who did not believe that I was a doctor. I was interrogated and inundated with questions to substantiate my claim that I was a physician and still barred from assisting. While the passenger remained unresponsive, it was not until a middle aged white male physician came forward and was immediately allowed to render aid to the ill passenger.