I knew I wanted to be a pathologist when I was 7 weeks old and I had a benign tumor removed from my thigh. The anxiety and concern over my possible diagnosis was palpable, and no other doctor, despite their expertise, could tell me what my tumor was. The pathologist knew, though. All of those other doctors kept listening to my lungs and heart and trying to elicit startle reflexes, as if that had anything to do with the lump on my thigh. My parents, seeing my interest, would bring transients home for me to dissect and they built me a mobile over my crib (and later bed) made up of key lesions that I will see on the boards. Perhaps my proudest moment was when I created a 100x scale model of the biliary system (complete with a focus of cholangiocarcinoma) out of Construx. From that point, though, I was sure, although I did waffle a bit at age 5 when I wanted to be a fireman for a couple of weeks, and then at age 15 when I had a brief flirtation with being a rodeo clown.