When I Grow Up...

Lately, I've been asking myself: 

"Why must we judge a person by their profession?"

• "Why do some doctors never wear hats in the winter?
• Can a policewoman steal from her husband's wallet?
• Why do some missionary priest molest young adults? 
• Can a physiologist be depress over a broken heart?
• Why must a kindergarten teacher yell at her own kids?
• Can a lawyer be upset if he uncovers a friend's lie?
• Why do some accountants keep a messy house?
• Can a pulmonologist become a cigarette chain smoker?"

I guess it is safe to say: "We are who we are - we are not what we do."