The young doctor looked up. Woody had been kind enough to stow the leather top at the start of the beautiful day. The fresh air during the drive, had given the crowded long ride some freshness, that it would have otherwise lacked. His dark brown eyes scan the stars. They seemed to fight one another to be seen.
Doc's soft raspy voice asks. "Miss Jones. What are you on about? What crazy and wicked old man?
Alex is a Massachusetts farm boy from a poor negro family. The pride of his parents eyes, he worked his way through to college. The first in his family. Dr. Alteus encouraged Alex to become a physician. With his help, he received a spot in Harvard Medical School Class of '30.
His father told him that he would need to work twice as hard to get half as far, but God helps those who help themselves. The strength of his faith and smiling face in the face of challenges has always helped him prevail eventually.
Everyone calls him Doc
Doc has a strong sense of duty.
