I went home that evening depressed, worried yet full of wonderment and questions. I used the Internet to learn more about Amish in Montana and their culture in general. Through my research, I discovered that a small Amish community of about 90 people had been established in St. Ignatius, Montana, about 10 years earlier. In my sadness, I made the family a frame with one of my favorite sayings. “A butterfly lights beside us, like a sunbeam. And for a brief moment its glory and beauty belong to our world. But then it flies on again, and though we wish it could have stayed, we feel so lucky to have seen it” (author unknown). I was unsure if they accept gifts, so I planned to ask the parents if I could give it to Jacob’s sister. Fortunately, nearly 2 years later, it is still sitting on my desk. A few days later I rented a movie called Devil’s Playground and learned that Amish children around the ages of 16 to 18 are allowed to leave their Amish communities and discover the “English” way of life. They basically may do whatever they please for these few years. At the end of this period, they can choose to stay in the “English” world, losing all contact with their family and community, or return and become baptized into the Amish religion. One reason the Amish became a separate, distinct subculture was to avoid persecution because they didn’t believe in baptizing infants. It wasn’t necessary because they were children of God. I thought of Jacob; would the family want to baptize him in case he died? I asked the pastor at our hospital this question and learned that this was the case with his religion and many other Christian faiths as well. My cultural awareness was growing.