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.

“Meet us in the children’s healing garden at noon.”

I called my mother first.

By 11:45, Dr. Bennett had decided breakfast had gone on long enough.

I talked him into walking through the hospital with me.

The healing garden sat between the pediatric wing and the old surgical building. Leafy maples shaded the path, and July sunlight warmed the empty benches.continue reading …