I was so thin that I looked like a scarecrow, and my doctor’s diagnosis was lung trouble. As for my chest, he told me he could hardly tell which was the front and which was the back, “Flat
Tire,” he smiled. All this trouble came to me because I did not keep up the same diet and living conditions on which I was brought up. I came from Greek parents and Greeks live on a very plain diet-plenty of vegetables, cheese, fish, milk products, olive oil, fresh and dry fruits, black bread-and with plenty of activity they keep strong and healthy. I, too, was strong and healthy until the age of eighteen; but after my father’s death. my mother thought it would be better for me to live with my uncle in America.