My brother majored in Philosophy , even worked on a masters but married my sister in law instead of finishing the program. He then went into business using what he learned in the Air Force . He worked in computers for about 30 years . He did various types of jobs. He hated most of them but they paid the big bucks to support his family. Finally reaching the point of the peter principle. He made a major mistake in a program or something of the sort and lost his job.
He talked it over with his wife and decided to go back to school. He worked at Trader Joes and did other odd jobs while attending U Mass getting a masters in critcal and creative thinking . I attended his graduation . His smile was from ear to ear . He now is a professor of ethics and intro philosophy at several local colleges. Each semester he is struggling to make sure he gets enough classes to pay the bills . The kids are grown and on their own. I laugh about how he finally joined the family firm -- teaching . He still has to do supplemental jobs but they are doing things he loves, teaching students to play Ukes (yep Ukes), and doing editing for podcast of lectures from Harvard Law .
So finally as he approached his 60's he got to do the things he has always loved, teach philosophy and play music . I am so happy for him as I got to do what I loved from the beginnig . Teaching .
At 16 (34 years ago), I wanted to be Steve Carlton's teammate, playing rightfield for the Philadelphia Phillies.
After Reality set in (during college), I became and continue to be a Special Education Teacher in a small school district in SOUTHERN New Jersey.
Now my dream job would be a Licensed Battlefield Guide in Gettysburg (or Antieitam).
Reading through this thread has cheered me up a lot. I was feeling like everyone else has a course which they've kept to, but the reality is that everyone changes direction. It's ride - might as well enjoy it.
i changed my mind i wanna be a transplant surgeon that does nothing but kidneys. my uncle's situation changed my mind.
in 2000 my uncle was diagnosed with kidney failure. he was immediately put on dialysis and that just seemed to make him even sicker. his kidneys pretty much lost all function except for 4%. in 2003 they found a cyst on his right kidney and that kidney had to be removed immediately. his remaining kidney stopped making urine everyday and he could urinate maybe once a week, and then it was only a tablespoon. we watched him get sicker until March of this year we got a call out of the blue saying come to the hospital right away, we have found a kidney that you might be a match for. well God answered our prayers and he was the one to receive the kidney. the next day after surgery the doctors came out and said that the kidney started functioning immediately. we were so happy and all he has to do was be on certain medicines for the rest of his life and he ought to do fine. i mean taking a handful of pills for the rest of your life is better than relying on a machine in order to live right? well today he went in for his normal every moth check up and found out that his body is trying to reject the kidney. he was doing so well and i would hate for him to have to go back on that machine again. you know when it first happened me and my cousin (his son) were only 7 (we were born 7 weeks to the day apart, im oldest) and he was a single parent, so he had to keep fighting for the sake of his only child but now i dont think he will fight, or quite as hard anyway. i breaks my heart to see him in this condition but i wanna do something some day that might prevent others from suffering the way that my uncle has. i dont want other people to be able to live only because of a machine that filters their blood every other day. i just doesnt seem right that other people have life so much harder than others but if he died tonight i would want him to know that i am gonna study medicine because of him in hopes that i might can help someone else from living like he has for all these years.
____________________ War Means Fighting And Fighting Means Killing - N. B. Forrest
When war does come, my advice is to draw the sword and throw away the scabbard." Stonewall Jackson