Reflections of a stormy petrel

You don't understand me. It's not the kind of degree, but the kind of commitment. A man or woman may drift into a job because his family has always been in that area, or because it's easy, or socially rewarding, or fashionable. (Thanks to certain TV shows, British universities today are bulging at the seams with students in forensic medicine or forensic chemistry.) On the other hand, a certain number of us knows from early on that we are made for a certain kind of work. This is called a vocation, that is, a calling. You and I have it, but plenty of our college colleagues did not, and I am sure you can think of some. Or maybe someone's real calling is to be a wife or husband and to raise children together, in which case work is always going to be secondary and mostly important only to pay the bills.