It seems like a good idea to tell the story to those that would listen (read) about who I am by what I am called. Each case represents a different picture of the same me. Interestingly, one can tell when and under what circumstances that someone knew me by the name that they call me.
John
This would be the first name that I would be know. I guess really Johnny to be more precise. It is a name that I recall being used mostly by my Grandmother (Grannie Smith). I am sure that my parents may have used that as well but by the time I remember they called me John. That is, therefore the name that Sheri calls me. She was around me and my folks so she began to call me by that name as we dated in 1968 and thereafter. She still uses that name.
John Paul
I am sure that by the time I reached High School, this is the name that most of my friends used to address me. Reached is a stretch so to speak because at the start of my freshman year at WFSH at the ripe old age of 14, I stood at proud 5 feet 4 inches tall and a whopping 104 pounds. At least it said so on my first drivers license. That size was close to the size of my dad who was 5 foot 6 and not much over 120 pounds but certainly I "towered" over my mom who stool 4 ft 11 inches flat footed. Of course she was rarely flat footed, almost always in her 4 inch heels. Apparently I had quite a growth spurt according to my mother that year. All my friends called me John Paul because my Dad was referred to as JP.
JP
This became my nickname largely when I went to medical school in 1971. Within my circle of friends at Kansas City were at least 3 other Johns to whom I was close (John Strosnider, John Shover and John Heid). My dad was not there and wasn't not know to my KC friends and so there was not any confusion about who JP was.
Smith
There have been a very small number of folks that have know or addressed me as Smith. I guess that is largely due to the multitude of names that I have had to use.
Jr.
For much of the same reasons, I never used Jr. very much. But I was Junior not by the choice of my parents but by the Wichita Falls Times newspaper. My dad was born the fifth child of James Franklin and Emma Lina (Hunt) Smith in Wichita Falls. I was told that they were short on ideas for my Dad's name and they chose his name out of a hat, uniting John from James Frank's father's name John Calvin Smith. I don't know where the Paul came from but likely it was a good Biblical name from Emma's brother who was a Methodist Bishop in Arkansas. I was born early in the morning of August 23, 1949 at the General Hospital in Wichita Falls. After my birth, my dad went home to try to sleep and while he was at home there his dad had a heart attack and was taken to the same hospital. According to records, Pap (as he was know) was told of my birth and shortly thereafter died on the same day as my birth. (I am not aware of any direct correlation between him seeing me and passing away). This fact was apparently published in the Times and they assumed that I would be named a Junior and the name just stuck and was place on the birth certificate. After the passing of my dad in 2000, there was no longer a legal need to use the Jr. designation.
D.O.
While no one calls me DO, the title Doctor has be one of the longest held nouns that describe me. By the age of 10, I apparently knew that I wanted to be a doctor. My mother related a story that while she worked as the school secretary at Alamo, one of the teachers told her that I had been caught in the library looking at anatomy books. They assumed the worse, but my Mom always saw the best in everything. Even at that time I had a mental picture given to me of me in a white coat as a doctor. It was strange to me since, we had no one in the family who was even remotely related to the medical profession. In fact, I was a first generation college student in the family. (Although I think that one of my dad's older brothers, Harold, may have attended college but I am not sure). Dad did graduate high school, but mom had dropped our during her sophomore year to move to California to help her mother with the care of her newborn sister, Linda.
About the time I reached Midwestern University during my sophomore year, the need to work to pay my way became apparent. I have had some part time jobs at the YMCA and summer work with a telephone line crew in Aransas Pass Texas. But I thought in pursuing a career as a doctor, it might be beneficial to actually see what a doctor does. So, I applied to the Wichita General Hospital and received a joy as an orderly in Surgery (the only job available). I gradually advance by on the job training and became an OR tech. In fact, in the first year that certification became possible for OR techs, I took the exam and failed (who knew that microbiology was important?) I worked the 3-11 shift through out the next 3 years while I finished my degree in Biology with a minor in Chemistry. As I began to apply to medical schools late during my Junior year, I wasn't getting much affirmation. One of my friends, Kendall Reed was a year ahead of me in Midwestern and had just gotten accepted to the DO school in Kansas City and suggested I apply to that school. I got an interview at KC and at the new school forming in Ft Worth, but was accepted at KC before even interviewing at Ft Worth. In 1970, I was concerned about the War in Vietnam and the draft since I had a mid range lottery number for selection, so I accepted the invitation to KC to fulfill my dream of being a doctor. I graduated in 3 and a half years from Midwestern and Sheri and I got married on December 31 of 1970 and in July we moved to Kansas City to start medical school.
F.A.C.O.S.
This title indicates that I am a Fellow in the American College of Osteopathic Surgery. This one is probably lest understood title than most of the other terms to name me. It is an honorary title that is given to members of the organization when they have achieved after making contributions to the organization thru service and the profession.
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