“Well,” the administrator of the tests told me, “according to your performance on the cognitive portions of the exam, you have the intellectual ability to learn the material you would have to learn in order to be a medical doctor. However, the interest portion of the exam shows you have close to no intellectual interest in the material you would have to master. And I must tell you, I have never seen anyone with as little interest in that material ever become a doctor.”
It made sense, and I suppose at some level that experience put me, stumbling as I may have been, on the course that finally did make sense for me. But again, it wasn’t easy to find, and “stumbling” doesn’t begin to describe the years between that moment and the “This is it” experience I had at my on stage interview process in the Psychodrama Department at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Washington DC.
So I wasn’t built to be a doctor…no matter how much my folks wanted that for me. But of course, at that time I didn’t think of myself in terms of roles. Like most of us, I thought in terms of strengths and weaknesses. But those terms are so large and vague….School no longer made sense, so I went into the army….there at least I hoped I could find some definition.