A doctor saved my life thirty years ago when everyone believed I wouldn’t make it—yesterday, I saw him again and changed his life.

A small apartment. The occasional lecture to residents.

Then the building sold.

The new rent ate up nearly everything he had. He moved into a cheaper place, then another. A brief illness drained what savings remained.

“Former colleagues would have helped,” I said.

A brief illness drained what savings remained.

Dr. Bennett cut his toast into neat squares.continue reading …