Somewhere between his a-little-wild-and-crazy childhood and his discharge from the U.S. Navy as a hospital corpsman, Dr. James Mickman decided he wanted to not just make people feel better — he wanted to serve.
Boy, did he serve.
From treating the sick in refugee camps in Southeast Asia to serving the homeless in Minneapolis, Mickman dedicated his knowledge, enthusiasm and seemingly endless energy to restoring community one patient at a time.
Mickman, 59, died Easter Sunday after battling a brain tumor for several years. Hundreds of friends, family and community members attended his funeral. They came to mourn his death, longtime friend Blair Anderson said. "But not in a sad fashion. We celebrated a wonderful, giving life."
He grew up in Fridley, with what younger brother Chris Mickman called "classic middle-kid syndrome." He was always doing things to get attention — whether it was roughhousing with his siblings or drilling a hole in the wood-shop door.
"He was always, always in trouble," Chris Mickman said.
It was during his time in the Navy, his brother and others say, that he harnessed his energy to make a difference in the world.
After his discharge, he attended medical school at the University of Minnesota, "earning mostly A's," his brother said. "He wanted to be the best."