Why do you think they asked you to run? This was the question my father posed, the evening I called to tell him that I had been approached about running for president of our Society. I didn’t know how to respond. I recall muttering, ‘I guess they think I’ll do a good job...?’ We talked for a bit longer and, before we ended the call, he congratulated me, told me that he was sure I’d do a great job, and wished me good luck. The matter was closed—for him.