Jack The Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 5 )
Anyway, to get to the point, I decided that I wanted to emulate him and train to become a physician. It was a respectable career, I don’t think even my somewhat puritanical Mother could argue with that. As soon as I were well enough I would approach my Father with the suggestion that I would like to go to Medical School to train to become a Physician.
In the meantime, I pestered James intolerably, trying to find out what skills I would require, so that I might concentrate on them on my return to boarding school.
James was very patient with my never – ending string of questions, and said, with of course my Father’s permission, he would loan me some simple medical tomes to peruse at my leisure.
I was overjoyed with this offer and asked my Father at my first opportunity, thankfully with reservations he agreed. There was a long way to go, but I had my foot on the first rung of the ladder that I had to climb to earn my Doctorate.
With the books that had been loaned to me by James, and a little coaching by him also. I soon had a rudimentary knowledge of the human anatomy, always a good place to start. It was people I wanted to treat after all. Animals had little appeal to me.
The moment I was restored to health and back on my feet, I was ensconced in my Father’s study pestering him endlessly to send me to Medical School. In order that I might fulfil my dream and become a physician.
My Father was fair, If I wanted this, and I appeared to be dead set on this course. He would support me but only on the understanding that I return to school and achieve top marks in all my subjects. Only then would he give me his blessing and support.
We shook hands on it, and I returned to school with an enthusiasm and sense of purpose that I never had before. My tutors were astounded by my change of attitude. It was not that I had been a bad pupil, just not a focused one, as I was now.
(c) Damian Grange 2017