A Memorable College Prof

I think we remember the best and the worst of our professors.

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

Fifty three years ago I took two quarters of organic chemistry, the toughest pre-med course I would ever take. The prof was a very short, bald, middle-aged man who zoomed around campus in a tiny, convertible, lime green, sports car.

Despite my two C’s I was accepted to a medical school from which I successfully graduated. This prof who put my medical career at risk was one of the finest teachers I had ever had. He taught me volumes about passion for your life’s work and, if you teach, a personal interest in your students’ well-being.

Not surprisingly he is still alive in his 90’s helping his students of the past whenever and wherever he can. We loved him and he loved us.

H. Robert Rubin, best selling Amazon memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, How Did I Get ThroughThis? and Please Save the Third Dance for…

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“I have always felt loneliest in the presence of other people. People I can’t connect with. People I feel unseen by. People who make me feel insincere or uncomfortable. For me, loneliness comes from a sense of missing.” Kate Christensen, an American novelist

Early in the last job in my career, I was asked, occasionally to go to political functions, on both sides of the fence. Our corporation would have needs in Sacramento and DC, that related to both parties. I was to be a voice in those events.
I am not a small talk guy, though I am a small guy. I should be able to just grease the wheels of human contact, but that’s rare. 

During my first few months at these happenings I knew no one. I don’t believe I have ever felt lonelier than in those events. Looking back, I wonder if there were others who felt exactly the same way.