One day, one of the top gynecologists in the United States was finishing up on a routine hysterectomy. As he close up the patient, he got to thinking, "I am completely worn out, with what I'm doing. I need some "me" time. I've got to get away from this rat race, and do something that will, at least for awhile, give me some sort of mental relaxation. Maybe if I can do that, I'll be able to return to my practice in a better frame of mind, and able to continue on with my work."
When he got home, that evening, he was looking through the internet for some kind of hobby, or work, that he could do that would not only give him some relief, from the strain he had been under, but also give him some sense of accomplishment.
It wasn't too long until he found something interesting. It was a trade school, and it was offering training in all forms of industrial labor. As he scanned further, he noticed that there was a course in automobile engine repair, and general other mechanical repair, so he decided to call them. As luck would have it, a new class was just starting up that following Monday, so he told them to sign him up, and he would see them Monday. Then, he called his secretary and told her not to take any further appointments, for the foreseeable future, and to assign his active patients to his partner, in the practice.
The following Monday, he was at the trade school and rearing to go. He was very excited, as the class began, and for the next six weeks he happily went about fixing all sorts of assorted things; carburetors, air conditioning, transmissions, and such. As the course progressed, the time finally came for "finals," and each student had to overhaul a complete engine, which would account for one half of their grade.
Excitedly, the gynecologist began working, knowing that he had studied harder, and worked longer than any of the other students, just as he had done in medical school, so he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would finished with the highest grade in the class.
As the day wore on, one by one of the other students finished their work, put their tools away, and cleaned up their work areas, before leaving for home. Finally, the gynecologist looked up and found that he was the only one left, and he was still working. On he toiled, until finally, just as it was starting to get dark outside, he finished his engine, put his tools away, and cleaned up his work area. He was very sad, and downcast, because he was so sure that he would do well but, as he left, the instructor called him up to his desk.
He told the gynecologist that he was going to do something that he had never done, in all the years he'd been a teacher. He was going to go ahead and give the doctor his grade right then.
The gynecologist, by this time very depressed, told the teacher, "Sir, I know that I must have failed miserably! I was the last one to finish my engine, and I know you will most assuredly fail me!"
Then, the teacher wrote something on a sheet of paper, and handed it to the good doctor. When the doctor unfolded it, and looked, the teacher had written, "AAA+++," on it.
The gynecologist looked at the paper, and then looked at the teacher. Then, he looked back at the paper, and once again at the teacher. With a shocked look, on his face, he nervously said, "Sir, I'm not sure what to say, about this grade. I've never seen one like it in all my years as a student. What are you trying to say?"
The teacher replied, "It's the highest grade I've ever given a student, doctor."
"But why?" asked the good doctor. "I was the last to finish! Everyone else had long since finished, and gone home! Why did I get such a high grade?"
"You see," said the teacher, "You're the only student I've ever had who overhauled an entire V-8 engine, and did it all through the tailpipe."