morning thought

My mother was convinced my oldest brother was going to be a doctor. When that didn't happened, she put her faith on the next kid. When that didn't pan out, it all landed on me. Slowly she became disappointed and we slowly felt like we disappointed her... no one comes ahead when that happens.

I think there are two ways to remedy this.

A. Play the odds. That lady with 56 kids in Brazil or somewhere like that had it right. I mean with 56, one is bound to come up a doctor right, or at the very least a nurse.

B. Start small. When I have kids, I'm starting with homelessness.