I remember a day at a family reunion in Idaho, when I was about 7 years old. As soon as lunch was cleared from the table, my grandfather’s black bag came out. My Aunt Mary set her arm down on the table, and my grandfather proceeded to cut her open and remove a fatty tumor from her arm ― in the middle of a family reunion, with kids running around! I was super intrigued with what he was doing ― and nauseous ― and from that moment, I wanted to be a doctor.
But in college, I became intrigued by the financial world, mostly through working with my father. My grandfather told me, “Not that you wouldn’t make a good doctor, but it’s about your heart, it’s not about anything else. You have to love this.” He was beautiful in his message, something I’m sure his patients experienced.
Photo: Hutchinson family in Sun Valley, Idaho, early 1980s. Dr. Bill Hutchinson is in the red sweater standing behind Scott Hutchinson.