Not According To Plan

I’ve been in a reflective mood of late. No doubt triggered, in part, by my 50th high school reunion. I didn’t go, but the notice made me dig out my yearbooks to reread the autograph pages and pour over the senior pictures. We look so young–I guess half a century ago–we were!

I had a solid plan for my life. College where my dad went. Not marry until after med school. Then I’d save lives in between having three or four exceptionally gifted progeny. Yes, I was going steady but somehow everythi...