I thought I'd share this family story with you.
In the early 1950's, my husband's Uncle Mike was a medical student in Memphis. He would go on to graduate first in his class, and he became a chief pathologist at a large hospital in Georgia. He is a great, loving man whose life has been a success. However he does enjoy drinking a little and has often told this story when he is a bit drunk.
He tells of how he and his fellow med students often would go to a local cafe of sorts in Memphis. They'd have a rowdy time eating and drinking together. There happened to be a strangely dressed young fellow named "Elvis" who frequented this same place. They got acquainted with him, and he often sat with them. If I remember correctly, he also had his guitar with him sometimes and would play music. However, the med students thought they were much classier and better than this young man, and when they left, they'd make fun of him.
Hmmmmm...
One day when he was a little older, perhaps doing his residency someplace, Uncle Mike was listening to the radio and heard the announcer say the singer's name was "Elvis." He was a little dumbfounded. He called one of his friends from med school and asked, "Did you hear that Elvis guy on the radio? Is that OUR Elvis???" Yes, of course it was.
When Uncle Mike gets to this part of the story he covers his face with his hands and slouches onto the table. He says, "You know, if I had been any smarter, I would have befriended Elvis when I had the chance. I could've been a member of the Memphis Mafia! ...I could've BEEN somebody! But NO, I had to choose to be a stupid doctor." Then he drinks more of his whiskey and shakes his head sadly. I think to a certain extent he has real regrets over this.
A true story, and I'll bet there are more people out there who are saying the same thing!





