Someone mentioned recently that she and her sister have become a lawyer and doctor (respectively) not because they have a passion for the work or a desire to help people, but because it’s what their parents wanted them to do. She specifically says they’re in their chosen fields for the “end” (money and respect), and maintain lives outside of work that give them real satisfaction.
And, you know, I’m thinking – gee, that’s great for you and your parents. I’m glad you’re happy and all (and of course you worked hard for what you’ve got). But really, I’d rather have someone else as my doctor and lawyer. Someone for whom the work is an end. I really don’t want my kid to be your trophy patient, proof to your parents that they “raised you right”.
Reminds me of the time my BIL had major back surgery - he’d just been released to his room, and the nurses chased us out in order to settle him in. So my Sister and I went to the hospital gift shop to buy him balloons and whatnot. Who did we run into at the cash register, but his surgeon. Buying lottery tickets.