I remember the first time I told my parents what I wanted to do with my life.

I was thirteen years old and we had just come from Chrissy's doctor's appointment. She had broken her arm in three different places while playing. A friend of hers that thought it would be a good idea to climb an old tree despite the friend's grandmother warning them not to.Mom and dad were frantic. Nothing like this had ever happened to me, so having Chrissy scream out in pain as we drove to the ...