Friday, November 28, 2008


In the fifth week or there about, we met with the career counselors to map out our future in the Navy. We would discuss our interests and what we would like to do and weigh that against the results of our aptitude tests and other test that we took batteries of up to this point in training.

C.C. (career counselor): “rel, you’ve done well in all your exams and you can go to any school the Navy offers.”

rel: “No kidding? What would you suggest?”

C.C.: “That’s up to you. What do you think you’d be interested in?”

rel: “I was thinking I’d like to work on airplanes, you know, like an airplane mechanic.”

C.C.: That sounds like a good choice rel. I’ll sign you up for “A” school in Aircraft maintenance school.”

rel: “Thank you sir. Oh, it won’t make any difference will it if I were color blind?”

C.C.: It sure would rel. If you were color blind you’d only be eligible for a couple of Navy rates. Your not, so why do you ask?”

Rel: “Well sir, I am color blind.”

The counselor picks up my health and physical exam folder and thumbs through it ‘til he finds the page he wants and shows it to me. I look where his finger is pointing and read normal color vision. He then asks me why I think I’m color blind.

Rel: “You know when you’re taking your physical and all that health screening stuff, and the put you in that room and turn off all the lights, and they explain that you are to look at the apparatus on the far wall, up about 6 or 7 feet. They tell you that behind the two openings, one atop the other are tree colored lights; I’m to tell what color light I see from top to bottom. It could be green, red, or red, green, or green white or white green and so on like that.”

C.C.: “Yes I know the test.”

rel: “Well, I got twenty-four out of twenty-six wrong.”

C.C.: “That’s odd.”

The counselor opens the lower desk drawer and takes out a book with plates on each page of multicolored dots. He shows me a circle and says, “what number, if any, do you see in the circle?”

rel: “Twelve”

C.C.: “OK, when I turn the pages you tell me what number you see in the circle.”

rel: “none, none, nothing, nope, nothing there, nope, no nothing.”

C.C.: “I’ll be darned, you are color blind. Boy oh boy, that puts a different look to things.”

rel: “Do I have to get out of the Navy?”

C.C.: “No, but your choices of “A” school have just been whittled down to a choice between, Boatswain’s mate, dental tech, or hospital corpsman.”

I think to myself, my pal Gerry is going to hospital corps school. If I can’t do what I want, I might as well go with him; at least we can be together.

Rel: “Sign me up for hospital corps school Chief. I’ll go with my friend.”

The die was cast: rel enters the medical field. Who’d thought colorblindness would be a blessing in disguise?

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6 Comments:

Blogger paisley said...

thank god i clicked thru... i thought i had become colorblind in my old age!!!!

and just like that the die was cast... i am so thrilled you are a nurse and not a mechanic... i just cant picture you with greasy fingernails.....LOL!!!

6:32 AM  
Blogger Epiphany said...

Definitely the right direction for you, Rel. I can't imagine you wasting your people skills on airplanes!

8:57 AM  
Blogger Tammy said...

I'm thinking it was like a calling since that early test you took in school said you would make a good nurse. Being colorblind was a gift!

Hope you had a lovely day with your friend's. HUG

12:46 PM  
Blogger PEA said...

I'm finding this so interesting, learning how everything lead up to you being in the medical field! This is what I find so fascinating with LIFE...all the twists and turns that make us what we are today. You certainly ended up at the perfect place, the medical field is that much better because of you being in it:-) xoxo

9:39 AM  
Blogger Kay said...

I'm glad that you had the wit to mention the colour blindness - to think they'd never picked it up! Wow. My brothers are colour blind - one could never see the red cricket ball on the green grass! The other gets his daughter to choose his shirts.

9:59 PM  
Blogger Churlita said...

I would hate to be color blind. I love very color. but I do believe that almost everything that happens to us can be a blessing in disguise.

11:05 AM  

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