This heart-wrench­ing mem­oir by a renowned trans­plant doc­tor who grew up with­out reli­gion, is a jour­ney of self-dis­cov­ery as he uncov­ers his family’s past. David Weill grew up in New Orleans, the only son of a world-famous Jew­ish pul­mo­nolo­gist and a South­ern Bap­tist moth­er. Reli­gion was nev­er dis­cussed in his home, and as a young child, Weill always felt some­thing was amiss — that he nev­er quite fit in with either his Chris­t­ian or Jew­ish friends. These feel­ings stayed with him even as he became the head of heart and lung trans­plant at Stan­ford Uni­ver­si­ty, which led to two jour­neys of dis­cov­ery: first, con­vert­ing to Catholi­cism, and then embark­ing on an intense search for his Jew­ish roots after he dis­cov­ered his moth­er had con­vert­ed. The author takes the read­er on his jour­ney — hir­ing inves­ti­ga­tors in Berlin, who found his grandfather’s records of his time impris­oned in the Buchen­wald con­cen­tra­tion camp; a heart-wrench­ing trip to Berlin to find his father’s first home — and ulti­mate­ly does the inter­nal work to define himself.