ABSTRACT

I was interviewing for a fellowship in Critical Care Medicine at the MGH. I was invited to the MGH, and I found myself sitting in a dimly lit room with Roger Wilson, Dick Teplick, Bart Chernow, William Hurford, Warren Zapol and several others whom I don't recall now. (All of these men had enormous stature.) It was somewhat intimidating to say the least. We got through the initial pleasantries and my background. Then one of them asked, "Well now we know your background, but what can you offer the MGH?" I was a 28-year-old anesthesia resident from N.Y. A simple MD with no research background, no PhD, no Nobel Prize in Medicine.