Dear 13-year old me
A friend of mine asked what I thought I would tell a 13 year old me and it's been nagging at me since. It stands to reason my answer should be based on if I have achieved what that scrawny kid dreamt of and by that criteria, he would be disappointed, half disappointed at least. I remember how bright-eyed and hopeful for the future he was fueled by a little yellow sticky note with cardiologist calligraphed onto it stuck on his desk. Apropos of that dream, Iam sorry I didn't chase it hard enough. On that note: Dear 13-year old me, I would have loved for your heart's desires to be fulfilled but I hope you are proud of me no matter. We chose a different path and I am happy about it. In fact I am kind of a surgeon, just of networks and computers. There is so so much I would tell 13-year old me I'm not even sure where it starts and ends. I would love to have a sit down with him and just talk about how much I have changed, people I have met, people I have loved and lost, mayb...