As the old Yiddish proverb goes: Man plans and God laughs.
And man, did I plan. There are few careers that require as much planning as a career in medicine. The process is enough to encompass the life of one person; add another to the mix, and the planning becomes all-consuming.
Jarrett and I met as pre-med freshmen in chemistry lab and became fast friends, laughing over the flame of a Bunsen burner as we set up experiments. We were soon inseparable, playing endless games of Dr. Mario on my Nintendo between study sessions. Sometimes, after a night of fraternity hazing, he would come to my dorm room and profess his love for me. I initially laughed it off, reminding him that he was my best friend. But by the spring of freshman year, our relationship had changed. We felt that we were beshert — meant to be. Driven by love and mutual goals, we started planning.
No comments:
Post a Comment