In my early premed days, William Lewis called me "Mr Stanley." He had addressed both of my older brothers as "Mr Maurice" and "Mr Jerome" when they were in school and members of the same fraternity where Will was the house man, janitor, and general helper and father figure of all the fraternity brothers. After I became a medical student, he affectionately called me "Dr Stan." And if not for this kindhearted man, I might not have made it through medical school.
During the Depression years of the 1930s, I ran out of money for school and was forced to drop out. My medical education was interrupted for two years until I could earn enough to pay my tuition. When I reentered school, I had to find a way to pay for room and board. A Roosevelt New Youth Administration job paid $15 a month, which went for my room
Macht SH. Visiting an Old Friend. JAMA. 1983;250(9):1153. doi:10.1001/jama.1983.03340090019011
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