{"id":1943,"date":"2025-01-26T09:29:44","date_gmt":"2025-01-26T17:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/?p=1943"},"modified":"2025-01-26T09:29:44","modified_gmt":"2025-01-26T17:29:44","slug":"saturday-memory-for-january-25-2025","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/saturday-memory-for-january-25-2025\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Memory for January 25, 2025"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">SATURDAY MEMORY<\/span><br \/>\nJanuary 25, 2024<\/h3>\n<hr \/>\n<p>I was eight years old. I was in Dr. Dixon\u2019s office to have my tonsils out. The operation was a success, and I asked Dr. Dixon to show me my tonsils. At first he refused, but I was insistent. He finally showed me a glass jar with a lump of tissue about the size of walnuts. I told Dr. Dixon I wanted to keep the tonsils so I could dissect them and look at them with my microscope. At that age, I was a little scientist and had a laboratory with chemistry stuff, an entomology collection, microscopes, home-made telescopes, cameras, and the like. I even published \u201cThe Tech Observer,\u201d which included articles and pictures of various scientific projects. My buddy and I sold these issues to parents and neighbors.<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Dixon said no.<\/p>\n<p>So I kicked him.<\/p>\n<p>The glass jar fell to the floor, and Dr. Dixon\u2019s hand was hurt.<\/p>\n<p>Though my parents always wanted me to be a doctor, even at that age, I didn\u2019t really want to be a doctor until I had kicked Dr. Dixon. Then, I was on a path to be a doctor until my junior year in college. I was in pre-med.<\/p>\n<p>I woke up one morning and was hit with the realization that no, I was not to be a doctor.<\/p>\n<p>When I announced that I was changing to psychology (why this, I did not know and still don\u2019t), my parents were hurt, and I lost my girl friend and my best friend. But I was following something I could not deny, and I did not know why. But I was impelled.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SATURDAY MEMORY January 25, 2024 I was eight years old. I was in Dr. Dixon\u2019s office to have my tonsils out. The operation was a success, and I asked Dr. Dixon to show me my tonsils. At first he refused, but I was insistent. He finally showed me a glass jar with a lump of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-coming-soon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1943"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1944,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1943\/revisions\/1944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.ralockhart.com\/WP\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}