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Created: 19th September 2002 | |
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Several weeks ago my colleague complained to me about
back pain that made his life miserable for some time.I have
never studied medicine,but my dad is a doctor so I picked up a
lot of usefull tips , some of which I passed on to my poor
co-worker.
Biking home from work (I live in Amsterdam, you see) I became
engaged in a rather peculiar train of thought. I pondered on my
eagerness to give medical advice and the sense of an enormous well-being if it was actually helpfull.Am I trying to be
more like my dad ,person I love and admire?Or have I squandered my life on such a selfish activity that art truly is?Should I have studied medicine instead and pulled my
moral weight more effectively?
But then I remembered all those thick books crammed with
latin words I've seen in houses of those utterly bewildered friends of mine who did study medicine. This memory had the
same effect on my nagging doubts as the riot police has on
veganist demonstrators-they dispersed swiftly.
Now consider this: as I bike I see hundreds of parked cars.Each
car has a license plate.All of them yellow.
And all of the sudden I find myself realising that I have read one
of them and it is SJ-DR-87.
SJ are my initials.DR is short for doctor.
87 is the year I would have graduated in ,for I started my college
education in 1982 and medicine studies take five years.The car
was Ford Galaxy.I thank you for your time and attention. |
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