Sam returned home from his second year of pre-Med. Home was a palatial mansion on several acres of well-groomed gardens that befitted his parent’s status in the community. His dad was a successful and respected doctor in town. While his mother was a medical researcher at the nearby pharmaceutical laboratory. For as long as he could remember, as the only child, he was on a path to become a doctor just like his father. That was about to change.
After dinner, the family sat down in the living room. Bob, his dad, asked, “Would anyone care for a drink?”
Sam had a Scotch neat like his dad, while his mother Martha opted for a white wine. Bob asked, “Sam, how is your pre-Med going?”
“Well, I have something to tell you both. I am dropping out of the pre-Med program.”
“What!” they exclaimed in unison, “How can you do that to us?”
“Last time I checked my education and career was about me.” Why is everything about them? he thought.
“Are your marks down? We can get you a tutor,” suggested Martha.
“It is not a question of marks I am in the top ten percent of the class.”
“Is it a girl?” asked his dad, “You’re too young to be serious about matters of the heart.”
“It is not a girl.”
“Well,” echoed both of his parents, “What is it?”
“I don’t want the power and prestige of a doctor. I just want to help people.”
“Just how do you plan on doing that?” asked Bob.
“I am going to become a nurse where I can spend quality time with my patients. Not writing prescriptions but using the human touch to heal.”
“Poppycock, you’re too smart to be a nurse. You would be wasting your God-given talents. You’ll be poor for the rest of your life,” replied Bob.
“If doctoring is not for you, why not use your talents for medical research? A single breakthrough can save many lives,” interjected his mother.
“You don’t get me, I am not interested in money and working for big Pharma. Miracle drugs can only be afforded by the rich.”
“Are you saying that you reject our professions and the life we have built for you?” asked Bob.
“No, I am saying I want to find my own path in life. Right now that looks like a career in nursing. Can’t you be happy for me?” These people just don’t get it, I have no desire to mimic their lives, thought Sam.
“NO, I can’t be happy watching you throw your life away after all we have given you. Please excuse yourself from this house and find other accommodations for the summer. No son of mine should be a mere nurse.”
“Please stop by for a visit when you have a chance. We would love to see you,” said Martha.
Sam was stunned, he knew his parents would not be happy but this was going overboard he thought. He went up to “his room” and grabbed the suitcase and pack he had brought home from school. I guess I am truly on my own now.
He walked by his parents, suitcase in hand, they were on their third drink by now, and smiled. He would prove them wrong. He would be the best nurse ever.