As an anesthesiologist, my job is about compassion, but I do my best to extend that into my personal life. I’ll cover one of my partner’s call’s so he can watch his daughters play soccer. I’ll take my Dad food shopping at Wegman’s. I’ve never been happier than when watching my daughter’s face light up at Wicked on Broadway. And not to get all philosophical, but I think that whatever meaning we get out of life is what we put into it. Sometimes that means waking up early to take a hike out in Great Falls. Sometimes it’s photographing the perfect sunset on vacation. But on a day-to-day basis, my pleasure is derived from a feeling of connection. I’m a humanist. I meditate. I probably believe a little too strongly in the power of love and music. Artists like Ella Fitzgerald send me to the moon and I never quite got over my passion for the Grateful Dead. Yet there’s still a lot left do. Obtain a BFA in photography. Study the Bach Inventions on piano. See the blue waters off the Greek Isles. And, of course, find my muse whose presence makes it all make sense.