“In 1940, I graduated from Meharry Medical School and was accepted as an intern at Homer G. Phillips Hospital. I crossed the bridge over the Mississippi and came up Easton Avenue; I turned right on Whittier, keeping my eye out for the hospital, since I didn’t know what it looked like. Finally, I saw it — and I had to pull over. I was amazed; I had never seen anything like it. I had to park and turn off the engine and just look at this beautiful hospital. I said to myself, ‘Oh, my God. Oh, my God!”
