As spring approached, Andy became restless. He still insisted all was going well and he was happy, but he was like a horse who had been in his stall all winter and needed to get out and run.
Finally I sat him down. “Tell me.”
In his characteristic manner, he took a long time to respond before he said simply, “I need to work.”
I smiled, encouraging him to continue.
“I’m a veterinarian, a good one. I need to be in active practice. I called Lansing. My license has lapsed. In order to get it back, I need to take a couple of courses in current treatment practices.”
“Well, what’s the problem? Go for it.”
“The classes are in Lansing, so I would need transportation. If I don’t have that I would have to get a room there.”
“No way! I’m not losing—” I was over-the-top again.
“Hang on there, s
