When I was young I aspired to be a missionary, and “help people.” My father wisely introduced the idea of becoming a physician – that the mission of medicine is a valuable one – always in need, and useful anywhere and everywhere. The idea of aiding people through the powerful tool of medicine was intriguing, and it stuck. I did not realize that Family Medicine was my field of choice since junior high until I recently ran across an old article snipped from our local paper; it pictured me posing with a skeleton, and citing my career goals of being a general practitioner. I reflected that our family doctor delivered my brothers and sister, and was trusted physician to my aunts and grandmother – the idyllic “cradle to grave” care. I loved that he knew and treated my whole family, and enjoyed and trusted the continuity of care that came with Family Medicine. It’s an old inspiration, but one to which I stayed true.