A man standing on the edge .
George, my first year social work field placement supervisor, was both a great teacher and an interesting person. He was an Irish American, happily married, in his late 40s, and had been in the social work field for about 25 years.As my year of placement and weekly supervision neared its end, George started to tell me about his secret dream. He loved social work, but he always had the fantasy of owning his own pub and working as the bartender. In retrospect, I realize that this was my introduction to the midlife transition period. George was not depressed, but he wanted to actualize his dream.