When I was about 8, I piloted my sledding toboggan directly into a tree inducing what to this day is the worst pain of my life in my wrist. John made a house call and saw me through the entire healing of that fracture. He was always there for his friends and patients. Also, around that age, I remember a convertible showed up in our driveway one day. It was John at the wheel and he had with him some of his kids and goat ridding in the back seat. We kept the goat, and he delighted us for years.