The year was 1975. You were a young woman in medical school; although, you hardly even realized it.

You see, growing up you were always different. While your parents called you r'etarded, the doctor explained that you simply thought differently. Of course, you did have a mental disability and it effected your life. Life was just a did confusing for you, but somehow you had always been successful in school. Not that you were smart- just lucky.

Growing up, there was this boy named, Jethro. You two had been best friends all your lives, and he would protect you from any bullying in school. But when high school was over he went to college, and you didn't know what to do, so when someone suggested nursing school, that's where you went.

For some odd reason you were extremely skilled at being a nurse- so the next thing you knew you were going to school to be a surgeon.

While you were having great success in your college life, Jethro wasn't. He wasn't ever great in school.

Despite his distant actions now, you still called him whenever you could. And today was his birthday so you went out to his all boys collage to go give him a gift and say happy birthday.