At the clinic, it shocked me to see my dad in tears as the clinic team took his boots off his swollen feet – a difficult task even without injury. After reviewing dad’s x-rays, the physician confirmed that both his ankles were fractured. The physician provided dad with pain relief, urged us to go immediately to the hospital, and wished my dad the best in his recovery. I began to think about the gravity of the situation, if there wasn’t a medical team on the mountain or higher-level medical care available down the canyon, my dad could easily have been in a worse state. Reflecting on this experience has made me wonder if my actions could translate into a desire to pursue a medical career, even as a physician. My dad was a carpenter; he worked with his hands to finalize a product, but his major role was creating sound relationships with his clients; many of his clients appreciated the time he took to listen to them to execute their vision. He was the one who showed me how to be a physician without needing to be one through his acts of service and communication with his clients. Now I needed to assist him in any capacity I