I feel like everything I did was easy. Every job I wanted, I got. I was very lucky.

I remember I got a job to work in the hospital in Evanston, Illinois after WWII, working on the paraplegia unit for young men who were veterans. My boss came to me and asked me, “How would you like to stay on in the paraplegia unit working Mondays and Fridays only? There would be no holidays.” It was the best job I could have hoped for. I also had a great team. I worked with a group of young black men who were trained as nurses’ aides. It was a wonderful experience. There has never been a more caring bunch of people than those men to care for our wounded veterans.