Even though TV’s most famous doctor was earning $700,000 per episode in the final season, *House* star Hugh Laurie said he still feels like a fraud.
Laurie regrets playing a “fake version” of a doctor instead of becoming a real one, as his father had hoped. He admitted that his “dad would have hated” the easier path he chose by becoming an actor.
Keep reading to find out why Laurie chose acting over medicine.
Dr. William (Ran) Laurie, Hugh’s father, had big dreams for his youngest son, born in June 1959.
Hugh Laurie was on track to follow in his father’s footsteps. His father was not only a respected physician but also a 1948 Olympic gold medalist in rowing and a graduate of a Cambridge college.
When British-born Hugh Laurie was studying at the same college as his father, he was also a member of the rowing team, with plans to train for the Olympics and then go to medical school.
However, Laurie discovered a drama club, the Cambridge Footlights, a sketch comedy group. There, he met actress Emma Thompson (*The Remains of the Day*) and his future comedy partner, Stephen Fry, who later co-starred with him in the 1997 film *Wilde*.
Laurie’s path changed completely.
Throughout the 1980s and 1990s, the now 64-year-old actor appeared in several TV shows, including the BBC sitcom *Blackadder*, where he co-starred with Fry.
Hugh Laurie also appeared in the 1995 film *Sense and Sensibility* with Emma Thompson, with whom he had once been in a relationship. He starred in Disney’s live-action *101 Dalmatians* (1996) and even made a guest appearance on *Friends*.
In 2004, Laurie was offered the chance to play a doctor in a new TV series called *House*, a medical drama that ran for eight seasons.
In his Golden Globe-winning role as Dr. Gregory House, Laurie dropped his British accent and perfectly played the narcissistic genius who led a teaching hospital in New Jersey.
During the show’s run, Laurie became Hollywood’s most popular doctor, gaining a huge global fan base. However, life as a celebrity also brought its own challenges.
“I had some pretty bleak times, dark days when it felt like there was no way out,” Hugh Laurie said in a 2013 interview with *Radio Times* (via *Daily Mail*). “I have a strong work ethic, so I was determined never to be late or miss a single day of filming. You wouldn’t catch me calling in sick, saying, ‘I think I’m getting the flu.’ But there were times when I’d think, ‘If I had a little accident on the way to the studio and got a couple of days off to recover, that would be great.’”
Those days off didn’t come until 2012, with the final season of *House*.
After that, Laurie kept busy, appearing in TV shows like *Veep* and the 2015 science fiction film *Tomorrowland*, which starred another famous TV doctor, George Clooney.
In 2016, Hugh Laurie took on another doctor role, this time as neuropsychiatrist Dr. Eldon Chance in the TV series *Chance*.
The *Maybe Baby* star explained to the *Los Angeles Daily News*, “As a gambler, my instinct is to walk away after even a modest win… Yet I was drawn back to this wonderful project that was simply irresistible.” Comparing *House* to his role in *Chance* (which was canceled after two seasons in 2017), Laurie said, “The characters are very different. Their medical practices and attitudes toward life are completely different.”
Despite his Hollywood fame, Laurie, who also starred in 2018’s *Holmes & Watson*, still feels he let his father down by not becoming a real doctor. His father, who passed away from Parkinson’s disease in 1998, had been a respected physician.
“My father was a real doctor. If it’s true that many men try to become versions of their father and fail, it seemed fitting that I ended up being a fake version of a doctor,” said Laurie, who also played a doctor in the 2005 film *The Big Empty*.
“My father had high hopes for me to follow him into medicine,” Hugh Laurie said. “I would have liked to become a doctor myself, and I still have dreams about being one. We live in a world of shortcuts, don’t we? And I took those shortcuts. Dad would have hated that.”
Laurie calls himself a “cop-out,” adding, “Honestly, this causes me a lot of guilt.”
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A Rich Man Turned Away a 10-Year-Old Boy Begging for Help – 13 Years Later, Their Paths Cross Again in an Unexpected Twist
Soaked by rain and trembling with hunger, a young boy once asked a wealthy stranger for help, and was coldly turned away. Thirteen years later, their paths cross again, but this time the boy holds the power to change a life.
It was raining so hard I couldn’t see past the next streetlight. The kind of rain that made your clothes stick to your skin and your shoes feel like sponges.
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I stood outside a restaurant with gold doors and soft music coming through the windows. I watched people eat warm food from behind the glass, while my stomach twisted.
I was ten. Cold. Wet. Tired. But mostly hungry.
I held a piece of cardboard with shaky letters: “Hungry. Please help.”
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Some folks walked by and didn’t even look. A man in a brown hat stepped around me like I was trash on the sidewalk. A woman in heels pulled her coat tighter and crossed to the other side. I didn’t blame them. I was just a soggy kid standing near a place that smelled like steak and bread.
Then I saw the car.
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It was long and black, polished like a mirror. It rolled up without a sound and stopped right in front of the restaurant. A man stepped out. He was tall, with silver hair and a coat that looked heavy and warm. He didn’t look rushed like the others. He looked like he owned the night.
People said his name around town like it meant something. He ran some company.
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Big deals, lots of money. I’d heard his name once when I was staying at the shelter. The workers called him “the big man with the cold heart.”
I stepped forward.
“Sir? Please… I haven’t eaten in two days. Could you maybe help me? Even leftovers are fine.”
He looked at me like I was a broken window.
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“Don’t beg,” he said. “Go find your parents. Get lost.”
And just like that, he walked past me.
The doors opened. Warm air poured out. Laughter, clinking glasses. I watched him step inside, dry and clean, like I never happened. The doors shut again. I was alone in the rain.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t even speak.
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But I didn’t forget.
Life didn’t get easier after that night. Not right away.
My mom died when I was seven. My dad left a year later. No one ever told me why. One morning he was just gone. I ended up in foster care. Some homes were okay. Some weren’t.
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I didn’t talk much back then. But I listened. I watched. School became my hiding place. Books were quiet and safe. Teachers didn’t yell if you stayed in your seat and turned things in on time.
In fifth grade, I met Ms. Tully. She was my homeroom teacher. Wore big glasses and always had chalk on her hands. One day, she saw me doing extra math worksheets during lunch. I was trying to keep busy so I didn’t feel hungry.
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She sat beside me and said, “You’re sharp, Jake. Ever think about college?”
I laughed. Not because it was funny. Because it felt impossible.
But she didn’t drop it. She met with counselors. Helped me apply for a scholarship to a private middle school. I got in.
It wasn’t magic. Life was still hard. I still moved around. Still counted every dollar. But that was the start.
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By high school, I was tutoring other kids in math and writing code after school. I got into a good college. Full ride. Studied computer science and built apps at night in my dorm. One of them took off.
It started slow. A few downloads. Then thousands. Then millions.
I started my own company before I even graduated. By 23, I was the youngest CEO in the state.
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People asked me how I did it. I always said hard work. Truth is, I never stopped being that hungry kid outside the restaurant.
That night stuck with me. The cold. The silence. The way that man looked through me like I didn’t matter.
I didn’t hate him. But I never forgot what it felt like to be invisible.
And I never stopped wondering what I’d do if I saw him again.
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The lobby was all glass and steel. Everything smelled like lemon polish and fresh coffee. I’d been to a hundred meetings like this, but something felt different that morning. My assistant had told me the interview was for a senior finance role—someone with executive-level experience. I was early, so I waited by the window with a bottle of water in hand.
That’s when I saw him.
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He was sitting near the reception desk, shoulders tight, knees bouncing. He held a resume in one hand and a folded coat in the other. His hair was thinner now. His face had deep lines. The confident, sharp man I remembered was gone. This version looked tired. Nervous. Like he hadn’t been in a room like this in a long time.
It took a second to be sure. But it was him.
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The same man who had walked past me in the rain thirteen years ago. Same sharp nose. Same deep voice—I could hear it now as he thanked the receptionist with a tight smile.
I just stared at him. He didn’t notice me.
That was fine. I didn’t plan to say anything yet. I wanted to see who he was now.
A moment later, the receptionist called both our names. I stood and straightened my jacket.
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“Right this way,” I said calmly, holding the door open.
He gave a small nod. “Thanks.”
He followed me into the conference room, glancing around. I could see it in his face—he thought I was another applicant. Just some young professional there for the same shot.
We sat across from each other.
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I opened his resume and let a pause fill the room.
“You’re applying for the financial advisory position,” I said, keeping my tone even.
“Yes,” he said quickly. “I have over fifteen years of experience. I used to run my own firm. I stepped away for a while, but I’m ready to bring value again.”
I nodded. “Says here your company folded.”
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He looked down. “Yes. Things happened. There were… mistakes. Partnerships I shouldn’t have trusted. I lost a lot. I’m just looking for a chance to get back on my feet.”
I watched him for a moment.
“Do you remember a rainy night? Outside a restaurant?”
He blinked. “I—what?”
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“Thirteen years ago,” I continued. “A little boy stood outside that restaurant, soaking wet. Hungry. Holding a cardboard sign.”
He stared at me, eyes narrowing. “I don’t…”
“He asked you for food,” I said. “You told him, ‘Don’t beg. Go find your parents. Get lost.’”
He went pale.
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“I…” His voice cracked. “I don’t remember. But… that sounds like something I might have said. I’m sorry.”
“That boy,” I said quietly, “was me.”
The room fell into silence. The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner.
His mouth opened, but no words came out.
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“I’m not angry,” I said. “I’m not here to throw it back in your face. I’ve carried that moment with me—not out of hate. Just as a reminder.”
He leaned forward slowly, voice low. “I was a different man. I thought money meant I was better than people. I treated people like they were nothing. I’ve lost everything since then. I see it now. I do.”
I believed him. At least, I believed he meant it.
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I closed his resume. “We won’t be offering you the job,” I said.
He nodded slowly. “I understand.”
“But,” I added, reaching into my folder, “a friend of mine runs a firm. They’re hiring. And they believe in giving second chances.”
I slid a card across the table.
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He picked it up like it was made of gold. His hands shook.
“You’d do that for me?”
“I would,” I said. “Because someone once believed in me when they didn’t have to.”
He stood, clutching the card, eyes glassy.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “I mean that.”
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I nodded once. “Good luck.”
He walked out of the room, a little straighter than before.
I stood by the window, watching people move along the sidewalk below. Some held umbrellas. Some just hurried through the rain. I thought about that night again, how cold I was, how invisible I felt. I never wanted revenge. I only wanted to matter.
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Today, I saw a man fall from the place I once watched him rise. But I didn’t push him down. I offered a hand. Because kindness isn’t weakness. It’s strength. And maybe, just maybe, that boy in the rain can finally let go of the hurt. Not forget, but forgive. And keep walking forward.
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