My dad is a retired oral surgeon. He turned 80 late last year, but he worked part time as an adjunct professor of oral surgery at Oregon Health Sciences University until December. He golfs every chance he gets. Gets his favorite coffee everyday at Starbucks because he can. He’s livin’ the dream now.
Every year he got 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 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 kids. He takes them to Starbucks, lunch, the driving range, ice skating….best Papa ever.
We were having a conversation awhile ago about the maturing of Girl Child; her being in middle school, whether or not we should get her a cell phone, etc. This is what he said:
“When you get her a phone, tell her what I told 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.
We got Girl Child a cell phone a few months ago, and thought this idea needed to be revisited.
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.