Lubbock, Texas — There are only so many dentists who can do what I do, and that’s because of my parents, I told myself.
When I started teaching dentistry in Lubbocks high school, I didn’t expect to earn much.
I was a dental student.
But when I moved to Lubbels in the mid-2000s, my job changed.
I started seeing more people, and started working with patients more often.
By the time I left dental school, Lubbos had become a booming dental town.
There were a handful of schools in town, but my parents had already been there for more than a century.
When they retired in the early 2000s, the only dentists they could see were their own.
But my parents weren’t retired.
They were working as pediatric dentists, and they were making a good living.
“I was a very fortunate kid,” I said.
“It was a good, stable environment.
We were treated as equals.
But then my parents died, and my job suddenly became a struggle.”
I was 19 years old, and the idea of dentistry was a dream of mine.
It was a big part of who I am.
It seemed like an obvious career choice for me.
I had an advanced degree in dentistry and had studied in Germany for a few years.
So I thought, What’s the best way to get a decent salary?
“I’d love to get paid $40,000 to teach for the rest of my life,” I told my parents.
My parents were thrilled, but they also wondered why they’d signed on to this.
They had two daughters.
They wanted their sons to have a career in dentology.
But it was a difficult choice.
In the end, I decided to take a gamble.
I thought it was possible that I could earn a little more than the $40-an-hour I was making.
The more I learned, the more I realized that the idea was not crazy at all.
I would be earning about $25 an hour.
My boss had a hard time believing that I was actually making that much.
“That’s insane,” he said.
That’s when I started talking to a dentist friend, a dentist named David.
He explained to me that there was a salary scale.
In a year, the average salary in the United States is about $28,000, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics.
But in the state of Texas, that’s $36,000.
So if you’re working in the Dallas area, and you’re earning $38,000 a year for the next year, that would put you at about $34,000 in the Lone Star State.
And if you were doing the same job in Lousiana, and working in Lecompton, Louisiana, that could put you $35,000 that year.
David told me that in L.A., that’s about $35 per hour, and he said it was much more.
“You’re probably going to be making $60,000 or $70,000,” he told me.
And that was the only thing that seemed to work for me: I was earning $40 an hour while I was teaching in Lomax.
So it seemed like a good deal.
So in September 2006, I was offered a $40 per hour job.
I told David that I would make the same as a nurse assistant and take care of kids.
The only thing I didn, as a pediatric dentist working in Dallas, would be to be more patient with patients.
But the other part of the deal was that I’d have more flexibility in how I worked.
“As a pediatric, I’m not going to make $80,000 for six years,” I was told.
So my plan was to work hard for my pay, and I wanted to work well and be paid fairly.
The next month, I started working full time at the Lubboo Health Care System, which is about 30 minutes from my parents’ home in a working-class neighborhood of Lubbons’ downtown.
At the start of the school year, there was only one pediatric dental clinic in town.
At first, I wasn’t sure what to expect.
My first patient was a young girl.
The girl’s parents were from Mexico and they had recently moved to the United State.
She was in a car accident and they said they’d have to put her in a hospital.
So the parents had to travel to L.O.D.S. and pay for the transportation of the girl to a hospital for evaluation.
They took her to Lompoc for two days and then they brought her back to Littles, a town about 20 miles away.
She had a broken jaw and she needed a mouth transplant.
The doctors didn’t have any money.
The parents gave Littels the