Power PT and Sports Medicine June 2019


I was just 11 years old when I had my first foray in the working world. A few afternoons each week, I would load freshly folded newspapers onto my bike and peddle to 30 or 40 different houses in my Connecticut neighborhood. I had taken over a friend’s paper route when he couldn’t do it any longer, and while the money never amounted to much, it was the first time I experienced getting paid for my work. My job would usually start after school or on the weekends when the newspaper company would drop a bundle of newspapers at my house. I would then have to bind and fold each newspaper, coating my hands in black ink, before making my way on the route. And in addition to being a delivery boy, I also had the nerve- wracking responsibility of collecting the newspaper dues. Looking back, I’m not sure that in today’s world a preteen kid would be the perfect payment collector, yet there I was, knocking on doors asking for the subscription fee payments. At just 11 years old, that part of the job was awkward and intimidating.

Once my family moved to California, my tenure as a newspaper delivery person ended, but I still think about what I learned from that experience. Other than doing chores around the house, the newspaper route was my first real job. If anything, it taught me the value of commitment because even when the Connecticut weather was horrible, or I really wanted to do something with friends instead, I still had to hop on my bike to make sure the neighborhood received the paper. My life has changed quite a bit from when I had the paper route. My commitments have shifted to my patients, this clinic, and my family, and I often think about my most rewarding “job”: Being a father. As my boys change and grow in stature, knowledge, and character, I enjoy and appreciate being part of their lives.

middle child will graduate middle school, and our youngest son will graduate elementary school. We will be officially done with the elementary grades, and we’re looking forward to this period of transition. My boys don’t have their own paying jobs right now, but they are not off the hook at home. They each have chores and responsibilities, and they understand that school comes before sports. This Father’s Day, we won’t do anything grandiose; I’m not a big fan of the attention, but as long as I spend a nice weekend with my family, that’s all I need. Their presence and support is the greatest perk of the best “job” I’ve ever had.

–Mark Nowlin

We have some big changes coming to our household this year: My

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