My eight year old son stubbed his big toe. He is deathly afraid of doctors, he limped around for 2 days until I could no longer see him suffer. A good friend told me about a podiatrist he had seen. The doctor he described sounded too good to be true. If this doctor was half of what I was told the 100 mile trip would be worth it. With a stop for ice cream next to the office my son was ready to see the doctor. The doctor came in and started a rapport with my son. He quickly found a common interest to talk about. With in a few minutes my son had a new friend. He had no problem letting the doctor take a look at the foot and x-ray it. Then talked about what was needed to repair the toe. The toe was broken right down the center with a small chip of bone in the joint. I think 9 out of 10 doctors would have opened the toe, removed the chip, and pinned the joint. He talked at eye level with my son, telling us the choices we had. He gave us a choice that would require many months with a cast, and a big commitment from my son to stay off it. If that failed he could always open it up. My son listened to his new friend and made a big promise to do what it would take. Now a few years later my boy thinks very differently of doctors. The toe is great and he wants to be a doctor when he grows up like his hero Doctor Gavin. The world needs a doctor Gavin in every hospital. That would be the only health care reform this country would need.