I was just reading my friend Rhonda Stephens’ blog about parenting. (See “Parenting – Are We Getting a Raw Deal” on wordpress) It brought to mind how entitled young people are today. I so agree with her. When I was growing up, we played outdoors all day on the weekends and summers and after the home work was done. I walked a couple of miles along the railroad tracks to the 7-11 for candy. And car seats? We didn’t even have seatbelts in the first couple of cars I remember.
Now my son wants to play on his iPad, or Xbox One. He wants the latest greatest video games. He wants an iPhone. My first cell phone was in residency, and was a big clunky thing. Everyone has their own iPad now, or other electronic device, and they spend more time on those than having real conversations with people. We actually TALKED to our friends when I was growing up. Yes, I know I’m part of the problem in that I buy my child all these electronic devices… But I am realizing it is instilling in him values that will not help him succeed in life.
Proverbs 20:15 says, “The leech has two daughters.‘Give! Give!’ they cry.” I don’t want to raise a leech but it seems we have raised a generation of them. Entitlement is NOT the way. We have to solve this problem, or there will be nothing left for future generations.
Even in the medical field, I see this happening. People want more money for less work. The medical students and residents today, at least most of them, take no ownership of their patients. Duty hour restrictions have made medical training into shift work. Sure, the restrictions are good in some ways. My duty hour restrictions were no more than 120 hours a week, and I didn’t leave early post call. Who wants to see a doctor who has been up for 36 hours and can’t see straight? Along with the restricted duty hours, though, comes more frequent patient handoffs. The more handoffs, the more chance of error. I guess it comes down to whether you’d rather have someone taking care of you or a family member that is tired, but knows the patient or alert, but doesn’t. Food for thought.