A simple talk about my pursuit of OBGYN turned into sharing of faith and the other person's recent struggles with miscarriage.  His story was so poignant, and reminded me why I wholeheartedly chose the field.  I remembered the joys in the simple and the profound, and the struggles that I had discovered the heart to bear.  And yet, this moment scare me, because it re-kindled my passion.  As of late I had been coming to terms - even becoming content - with the idea of ending up in another specialty if I went unmatched.  I worry that if it's not meant to be, that I won't be able to tame down those flames while I'm on another path, and that I might always be looking back.