|I was born at Israel Zion Hospital in August, 1947. At that time my family lived on 53rd Street between 7th and 8th Ave, Brooklyn. We were poor but never realized it because everyone else on the block was poor too. Around 1950 I became very sick with appendicitis, complicated by peritonitis. I spent about 2- 3 weeks at Israel Zion and was cared for by two wonderful nurses. They were my angels. As a frightened 3 year old, that was so comforting and meant so much to me. I have never forgotten them. I wish I could remember their names. One of the nurses was named Miss Spiro, I think. The other nurse's name escapes me completely I am sad to say. Anyway, those two wonderful nurses inspired me to pursue a career in nursing. Happy to say that I have been an RN for a number of years. I can only hope that I have been able to pass along the same care and concern to my patients that was given to me back in 1950 in Israel Zion, now Maimonides Hospital.
-- Alice Harwood