My dad is a retired oral surgeon. He’s in his late 70’s, but he still works part time as an adjunct professor of oral surgery at Oregon Health Sciences University. He golfs all the other days of the week. He’s livin’ the dream now.
Every year he gets voted as one of the professors everybody likes. He’s reached an age where he doesn’t mess around with too many words. Remember that: you don’t have to be nearly 80 years old to decide not to mess around with too many words. Clearly this is a life lesson I’m still working on.
He’s also a stellar grandfather to the SubKids. On his days off he takes them to Starbucks, lunch, the driving range, ice skating….best Papa ever.
We were having a conversation today about the maturing of Girl Child; her starting middle school, whether or not we should get her a cell phone, etc. This is what he said:
“If you get her a phone, tell her what I tell my surgery students:”
The Three Times You Call 911 (or your parents)
1) When in doubt.
2) When you know what’s going on and you don’t like what you see.
3) When you don’t know what’s going on and you don’t like what you see.
Is there anything else that needs to be said, here? I don’t think so. My dad is a smart man. You can find him on the golf course if you need advice.