One thing that stands out for me was a field trip for USU students to the Med School at University of Utah. This was in the spring of 1953 when I was a Freshman and Polio was THE disease of horror. We visited the Polio research center. They were taking spinal fluid from Monkeys with Polio and injecting it into healthy Monkeys to give them Polio. They injected one Monkey each day, so they had Monkeys in all stages of the disease, from perfectly healthy to some that were so sick (or paralyzed) that they just lay limp on the table, to be killed and used for more infected spinal fluid. The healthy ones were playful and trusting of the guys in the white coats. But, the guys in the white coats, and I knew their fate. Right there and then I decided, "I'm through with Pre-Med". I have never regretted that decision.

Also, we visited a room full of cats with their eyes gouged out. It was some sort of psychological study on the effects of blindness. Latter that afternoon we toured the Salt Lake County Hospital where they had poor (financially) patients who were terminal and had no where else to turn.

Larry was one of my friends in college. His father sold boats in Logan, Utah. Once, when we were in the boat store, Larry's dad said: "I love the work I am doing. I am working with happy people helping them have fun." I would love to thank Larry's dad, his comment made it very clear to me that I was not going to spend my life working with the sick and dieing regardless of what my own dad thought.