Society of Culture and Welfare

Back when I was much younger, my mother’s dream was for me to join the ranks of eye surgeons.  Why eye surgeons?  My mother thought that since eyes were so small and so delicate that eye surgeons had to be the best surgeons and therefore the most highly paid.  I really don’t know which surgeons are the most highly paid, but I never really had an interest in medicine.  A few years later, my mother saw this movie about a young piano prodigy and decided that I needed to become a pianist.  We didn’t have a piano, but my mother bought me a used guitar from a garage sale, thinking that at least it was an instrument and I could get a start with it.  The piano would come later.  The guitar had holes in it and was poorly stringed, but I eventually taught myself how to play it and came to really love it.  I was no Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix, but I enjoyed myself.  It wasn’t like I was playing for money anyway.  Since we couldn’t afford a piano, my mother forgot about it and then started telling me I needed to be a lawyer like the ones she saw on TV.  They were important men who did an important job.  Eventually, she’ll get another idea.