7 years ago, I celebrated Christmas in a small apartment in Queen's Park. It was one of those situations where we spent the weekend cooking, having fun and celebrating despite not being with our families. I can't remember what I got as a gift, but I do remember that my card said something akin to:

From Dr. F, Dr. G, and Dr.A, to a future Dr., Bruno.

It was the first time someone told me that. I wasn't planning on doing a doctorate; in fact I found it to be frivolous pursuit. But, over the years, I remembered that card — it nagged at me a bit. Some years later, I've enrolled into a program. And almost exactly 7 years later, at 6:03 am EST on January the 10th, their premonition came true.

I don't know where Dr.F, Dr.G, or Dr.A are today. I don't even know if they remember me. But I hope they do, and if by any miracle they see this, they know that on that day, I remembered what they told me and raised the glass for them, too.