Born to a single mother in an era when everyone came from a two-parent household, Albert Robbins spent his life as an underdog. Spurned by his peers, he took solace in books from an early age, discovering an aptitude for academia. His mother worked as a nurse, so Robbins spent most nights in the local hospital. The doctors and nurses unofficially adopted him, and they not only gave him free reign of the premises, they allowed him to assist in any number of activities the chronically short-handed facility required. From stocking shelves as a ten-year-old to assisting in simple surgeries as a teenager, Robbins knew more about the hospital that some of the doctors who worked there.
After completing his residency at Johns Hopkins, Al Robbins opened a clinic in the then-run-down inner harbor area of Baltimore. He worked as a general practitioner for twenty years before the chronic budget shortfalls and the predatory practices of the newly powerful HMOs forced him to close the clinic's doors. Strictly out of academic curiosity, he became an Assistant Coroner for the Arlington, Virginia police department, when he worked his way up to Coroner in teo years.
Many years of fighting the good fight eventually left him drained, and after shifting into what felt like a natural career change for him (medicine is all about life and death), he and his wife and their three children packed up and moved to Las Vegas. He's free to pursue his own interests, both at work and at home, and that's the way he likes it right now. His medical carrer has somewhat followed the path he envisiomed for himself, but his personal life has far exceeded his wildest expectations. his wife and children have replaced books as the center of his life, and nothing will ever change that.