Twenty-two years ago this month, I sat with my father in the intensive care waiting room at Jewish Hospital. We had just had another visit from the surgeon who was explaining what complications my mother was experiencing and what needed to be done. As usual, as soon as the doctor left, I helped dad understand what the doctor was saying. This is not to say that my father was not an intelligent man, because he was very intelligent. He was so emotionally concerned about mother that the doctor’s words didn’t make much sense to him. After one particularly involved discussion, my father said to me, “Why didn’t you become a doctor?” I said, “Because you never told me I could.” He said, “You can be or do whatever you set your mind to do.”
After my parents died, I went back to school to become a psychologist. I needed permission to “go for it”! I’m giving YOU permission, too.
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