“That’s not fair.” Some of my earliest memories involve my mother scolding me and telling me not to complain about things that I thought weren’t right or fair. Every time I would complain or cry about anything she would tell me about what the children at her work suffered through and how I shouldn’t be upset if I wasn’t living in a situation similar to them. She worked at a Children’s Cancer Clinic, and hearing those stories growing up really makes it hard for me to realize when I am putting myself through too much or when I should actually be upset with a situation. She also used to say “are you gunna pull though” the minute that I would become upset as a young child. If I said yes, I was expected to be quiet and stop crying. If I said no, she would talk on and on about the miserable treatments and surgeries of the patients. It honestly felt like torture, but it has lead me to pursue a career in medicine.