I have often wondered about the source of the intense loyalty that
Duke University engenders in so many of the people it touches.
Duke breeds intense and compassionate devotion among its fac-
ulty, alumni, students and their parents, and many grateful patients
of its medical enterprise. It certainly breeds devotion within me,
and it began when I first arrived for an internship interview in
the Department of Medicine in December 1964. Following my
interviews and a grueling experience as a medical student taking
“gallop rounds” with the legendary Gene Stead on Osler Ward,
the chief resident walked me down through Davison Building and
out its front doors. After not more than a dozen steps, as I inter-
nalized the beauty and magnificence of the campus and reflected
on the bewildering excitement of rounds, I was struck by a deep
emotional feeling that Duke was the place for me to come for my
medical training. I never lost that sense of wonderment for this
institution.
Beyond its awe- inspiring campus and the prowess of its legend-
ary faculty, what makes Duke so special for me is that it allowed a
hardworking young man with potential but without pedigree to
achieve to the maximum of his ability. As a first- generation Ameri-
can, trained primarily in public schools, who was Jewish and coming
from Brooklyn, New York, in 1965, my background made it almost
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