A Quote by Randa Haines

A doctor is not a mechanic. A car doesn't react with a mechanic, but a human being does. — © Randa Haines
A doctor is not a mechanic. A car doesn't react with a mechanic, but a human being does.
I was born the son of a humble mechanic. A quantum mechanic.
I do not forget that I am a mechanic. I am proud to own it. Neither do I forget that the apostle Paul was a tentmaker; Socrates was a sculptor; and Archimedes was a mechanic.
I've worked as a labourer, driven taxis and school buses, and been a car mechanic - whatever I could do just to get by. But it does mean that I know a little bit about a lot of things.
My family is blue-collar - coal miners and steelworkers. My father was an automobile mechanic, and us boys were brought up to work. I used to pump gasoline at 11 cents a gallon. I thought I would like to be a first-rate mechanic; a respected, hard-working man.
Impossible for wrestler to become doctor or the mechanic. All they know is the wrestling and forever they do this job.
A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who has never owned a car.
I studied to be a car mechanic. That was my plan B. Servicing cars and changing tyres in Finland.
In my day it was 75 percent car and mechanic, 25 percent driver and luck. Today it's 95 percent car.
I've always worked on my own home and different places that I've owned. I really enjoyed it. But I'm a mechanic, a motorcycle and car builder.
I say get an education. Become an electrician, a mechanic, a doctor, a lawyer, anything but a fighter. In this trade, it's the managers that make the money and last the longest.
My father had the most horrible racist rhetoric you ever heard, but he treated people all the same. I remember this rainstorm. A car broke down with these black people in it, and nobody would stop. My dad was a mechanic. He fixed the car for nothing. I remember looking at him when he got back in. He said, 'Well, they got those kids in the car.'
Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.
If I was a mechanic and someone called me and said their car would not start, I would say, "Hey - maybe a killer is after you!"
The mechanic could lift up the bonnet of the car and show me four dwarves strapped to a pair of tandems and tell me that the motor was actually dwarf-powered and that one of the little fellows had to be replaced, and I'd just be numbly writing out a cheque and scribbling 'new dwarf - car' on the stub.
Embedded in this outlook is an idea of the body as a machine, so that illness is seen as a breakdown of the machine, healing involves repairing the broken parts, and a doctor is a kind of mechanic with medications as his or her tools.
With my own home, I feel like I'm the mechanic who drives a crappy car. I never have time to work on my own home.
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