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 Read More
But then I don’t see anybody born after 1988. Were there really people before then?
Here’s a name I recognize - 1756 - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Austria, musical prodigy/composer (Figaro).
I have his music on my little 4-finger piano with red, orange, blue and yellow keys and a twirling teddy bear. I bet you wish you had one.
There was a mini-concert at the church where my big brother Benjamin Belew plays the piano every week. You can see the Brahm’s piece he played by clickety click clicking that link.
Well, I wasn’t prepared…but they called me up front. And everyone sang Read More