Atlas
From the Streets to the Ring: A Son's Struggle to Become a Man
Chapter OneNot All Bruises Are Black and Blue
Of all the people who have affected my life, and influenced the choices I've made, none has been more important than my father.
Dr. Theodore Atlas, Sr., was legendary around Staten Island. A Hungarian Jew, originally from the Bronx, he was the kind of doctor that doesn't exist anymore. He wore a bow tie and a rumpled old raincoat and he drove an old wreck of a car to go on his house calls. He traveled all over the island, taking care of people, no matter what time of the day or night. If his patients couldn't afford to pay, he didn't charge them, and when he did charge them, the most it would be was about five dollars. Sometimes they paid him with pies or cookies. In the 1970s, when I was a teenager, my mother started calling him Columbo, after the character in the TV show, because of the way he dressed and because he always seemed distracted and preoccupied.
Besides his medical practice, my father somehow found time to found and build two hospitals, Sunnyside and Doctor' ... read full excerpt from: Atlas ebook