When I was a sophomore in high school, I took Biology and then later Chemistry. The teacher was a man who kept an eye out for possible college students and encouraged them.
To me, he stated that I could be a doctor if I wanted to.
The only problem was that I did not have the brains for the math, any money to finance going to the University of California, and I was female. Other than that- why yes I had the kind of mind that would be fabulous at being a doctor.
Oh one other detail- I had no idea as to what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Let us skip ahead about 55 years and take a look at where this kind gentleman is now.
He is over 90 and in frail health. He has two care takers that come in to help with daily chores, and go pick up his mail once a week.
Since he has a pacemaker, he is not too active, but used to walk around the area in the cool mornings with his walker and caregiver. Now he is encouraged to do whatever he can like cook and supervise the rose trimming and spraying.
His past claim to fame was that he was a radioman on the bombers during World War II.
He joined the Army as a trainee for weatherman, as the government put up a quota of 20,000 service men needed as weather forecasters. There was a glitch in this number, as it was found that only 2,000 men were needed. He went into the radioman work instead, and finished his service career by almost being called to fly on the Enola Gay.
We have long telephone conversations about history, those wars, the Depression, and the atomic weight of elements. I am still learning Science from my Professor.