Last Thursday, March 19th I held my breath and opened a tiny red box at the OU Medical School Match Day Banquet. It read as follows: Albert Einstein Medical Center, Otorhinolaryngology, Bronx, NY.
For so long I'd debated whether to rank Oklahoma or NYC as my top choice for residency. After hours of debate and advice from friends and family, I chose to place NYC on top. And so just like the minnows and the crappie and the whale, I'd cast my rod with comfort and contentment at the idea of the crappie and the flicker of excitement at the prospect of the whale. And last Thursday in that tiny red box I caught my first whale. I caught the Big Fish. The unexpected gigantic thing that even though all my wishes and hopes and excitement had been wrapped up inside of for so so long...I never really truly thought I'd catch. And so I sat there and remembered the very manageable size of the typical crappie specimen and how tasty they always are in that sauce and I wondered to myself...How the heck I'd ever reel this thing in and if I managed to do so, if I'd even like the taste? Luckily dad was there to throw me a pool net and talk me through the fiercest fish fight of my life.
So if I ever manage to get this thing in the boat, this blog of mine is Bronx bound.
1 comment:
Jeremiah 29:11.
Dust it off. Look it up.
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