I may be wrong but I will tell you the number one reason why people become doctors.
BTW (That means by the way, he he he…) my daddy often says, “When people start off with ‘I may be wrong but…’ they are usually right.”
The number one reason why people become doctors, I think, is because at some point in their lives, somebody they love very much got sick. A mommy or a daddy or a grandpa or a daddy or a grandma or a daddy. And they felt unable to help them.
My daddy got sick the other day. He pre teens (Ed: pretends) to be sick sometimes so I can practice on him. He lets me give him shots and wrap his head and arms
and stuff in case I ever want to be a doctor for a different reason.
But the other day, daddy got sick. No, he didn’t die. Don’t worry. But he wasn’t daddy. He couldn’t play. He couldn’t be a horsey. He couldn’t be a monster. He couldn’t swing me around or pick me up or take me to the park or any of those fun things.
But! Daddy said that when I touched his head, it made him feel better. Even when I smiled it made him feel better. Imagine that … a smile works the same as medium icing. (Ed: medicine).
You would think that if a smile could make people feel better, more people would smile more often and more people would feel better and smile more often and more people would be happy and feel better and
Okay…I see now how it will work.
Count me in… I don’t know if I am going to be a doctor or not but I am going to be a smiler!