Yes, I would.
Becoming a physician has opened up doors for me to whole new worlds that I only dreamed of. It took my narrow minded, judgmental, right-winged, goody-two-shoes self and taught me the beauty of a life that is full of grays and uncertainties.
It showed me that people are rarely who they appear to be on the surface of things… including my own self.
But there have been plenty of days that I have wanted to quit, to just simply walk away from it all.
Obviously, I didn’t.
If it was so damn hard, why didn’t you just quit?
My father was one of those doomsday prepers. Not to the point that we had a fallout shelter in the back yard but he had made… certain preparations in case of a catastrophic event.
Like a Russian invasion.
We are all products of our pasts. While I do not live in constant fear (I hear Borscht can be quite tasty when done right) in the back of my mind I always think about the fall of the world’s great civilizations. Someday, that will be us. The horrific brutality that seems so far away in this world will be right here on our doorstep. Will it be in my lifetime? Dunno.
What skills do I need in order to survive the worst case scenario?
Say a zombie apocalypse, perhaps?
In the event of a collapse of our society, who do you want to be friends with? Someone who can hunt (I can shoot but I have never killed anything in my life) and someone who can heal. Medical knowledge can be bartered for all sorts of things.
So, here’s to survival!