I am 46 and will earn my undergrad degree in December. I have worked as a CT Technologist for 14 years and have decided I want to be a Radiologist. It will be at least another 10 years before I reach that goal. Am I being foolish?
With regards to your goal, you are NOT being foolish. There are plenty of people who have pursued their dreams of being a physician and done so, some at even later ages than your 46. Yes, it will take a lot of time, effort, sleepless nights, but it can be done, as the postings on this forum will attest.
Get an assessment of where you are at, develop a plan, vet it out, and take baby steps toward making that plan a reality.
Read the following link (and the links within the link):
http://www.oldpremeds.org/fusionbb/showtopic.php?t…
Hope i am not too late…former xray, CT, nucs guy now Radiologist. Let no one dissuade you from your goals.
No you’re not too late! I will check out your site. Thanks!
- mudpiles Said:
Hope i am not too late...former xray, CT, nucs guy now Radiologist. Let no one dissuade you from your goals.
46? Old? PSHAW!!!
Walt Jones
The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes
to your adventure.
Joseph Campbell
No one epitomizes the fact that success is a journey and not a
destination than the many green and growing “human becomings” who
do not allow age to be a deterrent to accomplishment. Florence Brooks
joined the Peace Corps when she was 64 years of age. Gladys Clappison
was living in the dormitory at the University of Iowa working on her
Ph.D. in history at age 82. Then there was Ed Stitt, who at age 87, was
working on his community college degree program in New Jersey. Ed
said it kept him from getting “old-timers’ disease” and kept his brain
alive.
Probably no one person has stirred my imagination over the years more
than Walt Jones of Tacoma, Washington. Walt outlived his third wife to
whom he was married for 52 years. When she died, someone said to
Walt that it must be sad losing such a long-time friend. His response
was, “Well, of course it was, but then again it may be for the best.”
“Why was that?”
“I don’t want to be negative or say anything to defame her wonderful
character, but she kind of petered out on me in the last decade.”
When asked to explain, he went on to add, "She just never wanted to do
nothin’, just kind of became a stick-in-the-mud. Ten years ago when I
was 94, 1 told my wife we ain’t never seen nothin’ except the beautiful
Pacific Northwest. She asked me what was on my mind, and I told her I
was thinkin’ about buying a motor home and maybe we could visit all
48 of the contiguous states. ‘What do you think of that?’
"She said, 1 think you’re out of your mind, Walt.’
‘"Whydya say that?’ I asked.
‘"We’d get mugged out there. We’d die and there wouldn’t be a funeral
parlor.’ Then she asked me, Who’s going to drive, Walter?’ and I said, ‘I
am, Lambie.’ You’ll kill us!’ she said.
“I’d like to make footprints in the sands of time before I check out, but
you can’t make footprints in the sands of time if you’re sitting on your
butt… unless your intent is to make buttprints in the sands of time.”
“So now that she’s gone, Walt, what do you intend to do?”
“What do I intend to do? I buried the old gal and bought me a motor
home. This is 1976, and I intend to visit all 48 of the states to celebrate
our bicentennial.”
Walt got to 43 of the states that year selling curios and souvenirs. When
asked if he ever picked up hitchhikers, he said, “No way. Too many of
them will club you over the head for four bits or sue you for whiplash if
you get into an accident.”
Walt hadn’t had his motor home but a few months and his wife had only
been buried for six months when he was seen driving down the street
with a rather attractive 62-year-old woman at his side.
“Walt?” he was asked.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Who was the woman sitting by your side? Who’s your new lady friend,
Walt?”
To which he replied, “Yes, she is.”
“Yes she is what?”
“My lady friend.”
“Lady friend? Walt, you’ve been married three times, you’re 104 years
of age. This woman must be four decades younger than you.”
“Well,” he responded, “I quickly discovered that man cannot live in a
motor home alone.”
“I can understand that, Walt. You probably miss having someone to talk
to after having had a companion all these years.”
Without hesitation Walt replied, “You know, I miss that, too.”
“Too? Are you inferring that you have a romantic interest?”
“I just might.”
“Walt… .”
“What?” he said.
“There comes a time in a person’s life when you knock that stuff off.”
“Sex?” he replied.
“Yes.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Well, because that kind of physical exertion could be hazardous to a
person’s health.”
Walt considered the question and said, “Well, if she dies, she dies.”
In 1978 with double digit inflation heating up in our country, Walt was
a major investor in a condominium development. When asked why he
was taking his money out of a secure bank account and putting it into a
condo development, he said, “Ain’t you heard? These are inflationary
times. You’ve got to put your money into real property so it will
appreciate and be around for your later years when you really need it.”
How’s that for positive thinking?
In 1980 he sold off a lot of his property in and around Pierce County,
Washington. Many people thought Walt was cashing in his chips. He
assembled his friends and quickly made it clear that he was not cashing
in his chips, but he had sold off the property for cash flow. “I took a
small down and a 30-year contract. I got four grand a month comin’ in
until I’m 138.”
He celebrated his 110th birthday on the Johnny Carson Show. He
walked out resplendent in his white beard and black hat looking a little
like the late Colonel Sanders, and Johnny says, “It’s good to have you
here, Walt.”
“It’s good to be anywhere at 110, Johnny.”
“110?”
“110.”
“1-1-0?”
“What’s the matter, Carson, you losin’ your hearin’? That’s what I said.
That’s what I am. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal is you’re within three days of being twice as old as I am.”
That would get your attention, wouldn’t it? One hundred and ten years
of age — a green, growing human becoming. Walt picked up the opening
and quickly alluded to Johnny.
“How old would you be if you didn’t know the date you were born and
there weren’t no durned calendar to semi-depress you once a year? Ever
heard of people getting depressed because of a calendar date? Oh,
Lordy, I hit my 30th birthday. I’m so depressed, I’m over the hill. Oh,
no, I hit my 40th birthday.
Everybody in my work team dressed in black and sent a hearse to pick
me up. Oh, no I’m 50 years old. Half a century old. They sent me dead
roses with cobwebs. Johnny, who says you’re supposed to roll over and
die when you’re 65? I have friends more prosperous since they were 75
than they were before. And as a result of a little condominium
investment I made a few years ago, I’ve made more bucks since I was
105 than I did before. Can I give you my definition of depression,
Johnny?”
“Go ahead.”
“Missing a birthday.”
May the story of Walt Jones inspire all of us to remain green and
growing every day of our lives.
Bob Monwad