An appointment in
There was a merchant in
Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, “Why did you make a threatening gesture to my servant when you saw him this morning?”
“That was not a threatening gesture,” I said, “it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in
I do not believe in Fate.
I have shifted the bounds of the possible so many times in my life, by choices large and small, that my personal experience is an empirical contradiction of any such force. I did not have to make those choices. And some of the choices I make cut far counter to what most would deem inevitable if they knew my history.
Nonetheless there are certain moments in my life which have the taste of
My decision to defer medical school for a year is one of them.
The details are, at this point, unimportant. And those of you familiar with the events of the last 6 months know what my reasons are.
I am happy with this path, far happier than I would have been had I started medical school in 2 weeks. My plans now include things that I would not otherwise have a chance to do for a very, very long time.
Which is not to say that this decision is without cost. Friendships very dear to me have been altered; some of my resources, tangible and otherwise, will doubtless be strained. When I enter medical school I will be a different person than the one I had anticipated being. That prospect, like all things unknown, frightens me.
But it also gleams golden, like a drive eastward over the mountains at dawn.
Like a Tigris sunrise over
I have come to this place from afar. I have kept the time of my meeting. And I am content.