The Diffuse Nature of Purpose
I ran into an old schoolmate recently. Let’s call him Anthony. We hadn't seen each other in years. He was several years ahead of me at university, and back then, medical school was not kind to him. He resat most of his exams. More than once, I imagine, he must have wondered whether he was pursuing the right career. He's a doctor now. Working at a private hospital, well paid, living in a house that comes with the job. By every visible measure, he made it. But it's what he told me about how he made it that stayed with me. He said it was my older brother — his fellow medical student— who kept him going. Not through some rousing speech about perseverance. My brother never once sat him down and told him not to give up; he simply kept getting back up after his own setbacks, semester after semester, and Anthony watched him do it. That was enough. Somewhere in watching my brother refuse to quit, Anthony found the will to keep going himself. My brother has no idea he di...