I remember being a child, still wearing a polka dot rain coat, and sitting cross legged in my small bedroom, a medical textbook on my lap, a notepad by my side.
I knew – with absolute certainty – that I would Grow Up and don that bright white coat, numbers swimming in my newly adult mind, and spend my life helping other people. Sick people.
When teachers asked, as they invariably do when your young and impressionable and full of ideas, what I was going to be when I grew up – I told them. A Doctor.
The kids beside me gave their own socially influenced answers: A fireman, a police officer, a movie star, Hannah Montana, whatever their parents did at the time, batman. We all had dreams. Those pesky things that remind us, as adults, that Reality is never the same as our Expectations.
Or, is it?