My wife, the beautiful Brooke VandenBrink, is a Ph.D student in Medicinal Chemistry at the University of Washington. This past spring her first year drew to a close, upon completion it is tradition, and required, that each student picks who their advisor is going to be for their tenure in the program. Brooke had gone through three rotations and choose the individual that she thought would be the most able to grow her into the chemist she wants to be -- but alas, someone else had picked this individual and she was told that there was no more room in his lab. Option 2, Plan 2, the back-up -- she didn't have one. After much thought, consideration, prayer, and conversation she decided to join the lab of another individual. This individual had two students in his lab, both male and both had been there for quite a while -- eight years to be exact. Brooke immediately connected with this professor and there were days where they would spend a couple hours in conversation -- ranging from chemistry, to where her and I were going hiking, to her career plans, to her approach to chemistry. These conversations would engage them both, and both would walk away from them knowing new thoughts.