Today at my mother's doctor's office, I read a thank you letter the office staff had posted up that had been written by a young 5th grader. She was thanking one of the physicians for coming to her class for career day and stated that the doctor was her favorite. This young girl also stated that she hopes to be a surgeon someday.
So, I started thinking about what drives people to choose specific careers? I know that students change their majors often when in college.
But what I am curious about are the people that know they want to be a doctor from such a young age, or a teacher, lawyer, actor, etc., and then they do it. Is it an inner drive that they are born with? I know of families in which all or most of the siblings have become doctors, lawyers, teachers and then in some of those families one child didn't do anything like that. Often the parents are in the same profession and the grandparents.
So is it generational? Something learned and familiar? Or is there an inner drive, some innate passion to pursue such goals. Was the doctor playing science when they were little? The actor wannabe probably performed for family and anyone who would watch. What did lawyers play when they were little if they felt that calling? Maybe they argued a lot! ;)
Is it influence from an outsider, a situation but if so was that drive always there but something caused it to surface. I know of someone who had been in a totally different business but became an ER doc when he saw his father die in front of him because they couldn't get him intubated.
And here is something I have pondered? Seriously- can a professional choice or even hobby be in the blood...in the genes?
Using my father's side of the family for an example, there are 4 people that fly planes. My mother left him when I was 3 and broke off all contact (unfortunately- but she felt she had no choice) and so I never saw any of them again. But as an adult, I have gotten some information.
(this could be another post because I wonder if I should open those doors and seek out relatives)
It turns out that a half brother that I have never met was is an airline pilot. My aunt (my father's sister) flew her own plane for years and 2 of her sons fly planes. Their careers are very different though. Now this is a little thing but as an eighth grader I was the only girl to take a flying course taught by an airline pilot. We learned all about the instrument panel (still remember the omni range), etc. and he told me that should look into learning more about it. I flew a few times locally in someone's private plane that he kept at our local airport and was intrigued with the watching him fly as much as I was looking down at the area. Couldn't understand a thing on the radio though! Sounded like static to me. :) In 1987 I was flying back home from Alabama, boarding the plane and I saw one of the pilots in the cockpit and asked if I could see their cockpit. They both let me in closer and even let me take a picture of them. (I know...totally nerdy!) But I really enjoyed being up close to look at all that. When I got home an uncle (not blood relative) who was also an airline pilot said they never should have done that. Maybe it is just coincidence, but I had nothing to do with my relatives who fly planes and to this day planes fascinate me. So is that a genetic predisposition? Or just part of the masses that appreciate planes?
Then an elderly lady who was one of our Lifeline clients told me this story a few years back. She got married when she was 40 to a man who had an adult child that he never met in his life..ever.
Her husband died 30 years ago. About 5 or 6 years ago a man contacted her stating that he was her husband's son and through various circumstances and after all these years was able to track him down which led to her. He came to visit her and she told him all about his father and gave him some family heirlooms. * The intriguing thing about this is that this man was an electrician and so was her husband...his father whom he had never met. So was it in the genes or coincidence?
I missed my calling. When I was little...I ALWAYS wanted to play school and I always wanted to be the teacher. I did share but "I" usually was the teacher. Everyone would say that I was going to be a teacher or I would be a good teacher. I wanted to be a teacher. But then my home life got turned upside down for a few years and I lost my focus. By the time I came up here to live with my aunt and uncle I didn't care anymore. I took college courses but didn't pursue it. I went to work instead, got married and still didn't have our 1st son until I was 25. I had ample time to further my education and I didn't. I confess that I have an educational inferiority complex because I didn't go to college. I know that I am intelligent and if I were doing it again...it would be a priority, but then hindsight is 20-20.
Cute story-One day my neighbor's daughter was misbehaving and so older son came in to tell me what she was doing and wanted me to have her stop. He was right and so I went to the door and called her over. I didn't yell (some might have) but corrected her but also with encouragement. My son frustrated with me blurted out,"Mom...why do you always have to TEACH...why can't you just YELL AT HER?"