ABSTRACT
Sitting in her first med school class, Christie glanced around at all the other students who were positioned near her. She wondered what had prompted them to attempt the arduous process of becoming physicians. Probably different reasons for different people, many of them subsumed under the umbrella of “helping people” in one way or another, she suspected. She thought back to the day in high school when she had decided to become a doctor. She and her mother had been sitting at the kitchen table, chatting about the dance to which she had gone the night before, when her older brother, Matt, had called. She remembered her mother almost shouting into the phone, in frustration.
