Had Doctor Bob died in May 1935, he would have died a failure – a man who had wasted years of training and exceptional ability, a despair and a disappointment to his family, his profession and himself.
But Doctor Bob lived for fifteen more years, and accomplished more in that short span than the combined efforts of his entire profession in the treatment of the baffling disease of Alcoholism.
Medicine had treated the drunk like a guinea pig. Dr. Bob looked in the heart and soul of the man. He soon learned that the physical aspect of the case was the least and most temporary of the causes.