When Roy was five, he wanted to join the family business. When he was seven, he changed his mind in favor of fighting fires.
At thirteen, the call of justice summoned. He was sure he’d be a cop.
His nametag read “pre-med” during freshman orientation at the U.
By senior year, Roy’s “decent” grades told him the family business might be more welcoming than med school.
Five years in, working for his aging father was a slow, guilt-fueled grind.
The company tagline, “A family business since 1783,” was erased from the wall the day after his dad’s sudden heart attack.
Once the last bit of the business was sold off, Roy applied at the fire station.
He fought fires and ended up saving dozens of lives over the course of his career.
When honored at his retirement, Roy whispered to himself, “Maybe not quite as good as a doctor, but good enough.”