My dad was a doctor, but he was just always, like, going from hospital to hospital for some reason.
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My father was a doctor.
My father was a doctor, and I admired him and got along well with him. He took me with him on house calls. We were living in Flushing, which was then a sleepy village of 25,000 - before the subway got there. I've been sure I wanted to be a doctor since I was about 12.
My dad was a doctor and surgeon. He was the fifth generation of his family to become a doctor.
My dad was a physician. As a kid, I remember driving around with him on weekends so he could do his rounds at the hospital and talk to patients. We'd spend time in the car talking about what was going on with them, their stories.
My father was a doctor, an army cardiologist.
My mother's father was a doctor, and she desperately wanted to be a doctor.
Everybody in my family are doctors.
My parents both are physicians, and my grandfathers were both physicians.
I always wanted to follow in the footsteps of my maternal grandfather, who was a doctor.
One of my grandfathers, actually, having gone out there as a minister, decided he would better serve the people as a doctor. So at a very late age - at the age of 38 in fact - he changed course and decided to become a doctor.
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