Peace. In this day of great concern with weapons and our search for security and peace, this Program Documents a power some of us often overlook. It is the forceful good that lies in the basic brotherhood of man. In my travels around the world, i have often observed how a hand outstretched in friendship, a heart full of good will can do more to win the affection and suit of people than all of the guns in our arsenal. The program youre about to see demonstrates this. It is the story of american doctors fighting to disease in distant remote regions of the world, helping fellow human beings to a better life. Through their human work theyre making a positive contribution to the structure of peace. Of course there are other ways to strengthen the bonds of friendship throughout the world. By helping other nations to improve their agriculture, their commerce and their industry. For example, our people can create a beneficial climate for a greater international understanding. And this is so essential to all our hopes for world peace. Because our doctor as broad so bolster these hopes, we could regard their work as that of unofficial american ambassadors. And at a time when we hear much of mans inhumanity to man, they reveal our greatest hope for the future. Mans humanity to man. That is why what you are about to see is so important to all of us. These are the changing patterns of the face of mankind. From the lips of such as these, in a hundred strange languages, comes a distant unending cry for sus cease from pain and preservation of life. Today we mock some who answer that call. American doctors on alien shores whose dedication to humanity lights up our hope for peace and understanding in the far corners. [ heart beating ] the map of the world is more than seas and continents. It is as well the outline of its peoples. Each perhaps drawn up differently and colored by the creator with a different crayon but all kin. One a member of the other. This is the outline of the people of pusan, korea. So airplanes small as the world today, that whatever happens to these people defied boundaries and barriers to affect people everywhere. Street market or supermarket, such differences mean far less than our basic similarities and what alone holds the promise of healing our divided world is our concern one for the other. The story we bring you is of a special breed of men fired with just that concern. Love of fellow man. It is the tale of American Physicians who have put on seven league boots to giant stride across water and land and pause at the bedside of the world. To lift the burden of disease from the backs of the family of man. We will meet them not only in korea, but in hong kong, burma, india, nepal, lebanon, ethiopia. But first, first here in this alley in pusan, see whos back is toward us, clothes in the robes of the sisters of saint dominic. She and her sisters who live here are devoted to the sick, the halt, the lame, the blind and to this clinic come the troubled ones. Look upon their faces and read for yourself their story. The poor from the huts and shanties, the homeless from the streets. Refugees swept south the communist tyranny of south korea. They await only the opening of the gate. And now to reap the days harvest of illness, nurtured in the overcrowded city below. Former patients under continuing care present the token of their previous visit and pass inside. Then along the line to extract the seriously ill, that they may be cared for at once. [ speaking Foreign Language ] [ speaking Foreign Language ] a bond of pain have all in common. The infants, the wrinkled grandmother, and the wideeyed innocent child. Pain that oftentimes strikes them down as they wait. Thus is a prelude to another day ahead as she reports to the superior sister. Bring the sick ones first. Weve seen more than a thousand patients aday coming through these gates before we close them at 5 30. People with every imaginable disease. We have no hospital, though were building one now. We are just a clinic with no beds. So we treat them as best we can and send them home to return if necessary. We have four sister doctors and several korean doctors and nurses on our staff and you will see them working inside to take care of these people. Sister gilmary, womans Medical College of philadelphia, home, york, pennsylvania. This little 14yearold girl was carried on the back of her grandmother from the country to our clinic for treatment. Shes a case of tuberculosis of the bone. We plan to treat her by putting her back into a platter of perris cast which will prevent deformity of the bone and alleviate the severe pain which she now has from the back and also from the axis here. With the use of a new drug for tuberculosis, as well as supplementary treatment with milk, food and vitamins we hope at the end of two years to have this little girl walking and playing like other children. Sister maria davis, marquette medical school, home this 53yearold lady was brought to our clinic this morning. She has had in the past week severe symptoms of heart failure, with a history of rule attic Heart Disease since she was 30 years of age. She has eight children and gotten along well until now. She has severe symptoms of pitting edema of all extremities enlarged liver and high rhythm murmur. We hope to be able to help this lady somewhat but her prognosis in general is very poor. Sister lois, marquette medical school, home, hudson falls, new york. This is kim, brought to our clinic approximately one month ago by his mother. The childs problem was one of infectious diarrhea, the time after admission with a temperature of 104. 6 but we found that the diarrhea and infection were secondary problem. Problem has been on his right side for approximately one month and malnutrition is his major problem. Well continue to feed the child for a few weeks until hes able to take food by mouth and in a month or two he should look normal and healthy again. As the day wears on and medications are dispensed, the city beyond as well beckoned the mary knoll sisters with their healing hearts. Each afternoon sister gilmary accompanied by a korean nurse and in her white robes plundered into the squalor of the suddenly expended city on a home visit to a patient with tuberculosis. Picking her way up in the eroded hillside that is the front and backyard for hundreds who must live in tents or can boast only an oil tin roof over their heads. She struggles up the steep path herself but her tb patients may save the exhausting trip to the clinic for treatment. [ speaking Foreign Language ] this one room is all the home there is for the entire family. Living room, dining room, bedroom, kitchen. Not only is the mother sick with tb, but also father and child showed traces of following her down the same threatened road by for this help. [ speaking Foreign Language ] and now on route to another patient go the sister and her nurse. Thus is one day done. One day ended. As the gates close behind them. America, america is 6,000 miles away. And in their spirit and in their hearts. Moving south and west across the china seas, the march of medicine halts in the shadow of red china to visit another american doctor. In hong kong, for centuries they said to one another, in leprosy can be cured, salt and fish can live again. But here in 1946 appears a youth pathologist from chicago to teach at the university of hong kong medical school. He rouses the community to fight leprosy until finally, not far from this communist island, the people of hong kong plucked hope from the sea. They call this island pae ling chow. To this once barren place, they move the disgraced and banished to help them. Now a small launch comes bearing an interesting cargo. Final year medical students brought to break down their preconceived notions of leprosy by this doctor, the man from chicago whose inspiration the island was. He reminds them that the disease is not mysterious, punishment from the gods. Not inherited but scientifically explained and medically treatable. Here the doctor will leave them for a week. The island their classroom, and International Staff their teachers, before he returns again to review and summarize their findings. The next day the students are greeted by the superintendent who as china representative of the British Mission to lepers helped make the island a reality. No time is wasted in facing the Young Students with the different evidence of the disease. A decease which rarely, if ever, kills by itself. Of all the Infectious Diseases we know, one of the least catching. Choosing children housed on the island, declares children the most suss eceptible to the rava, which is often passed to them on contact in infancy. The students settle down to a weeks labor. Learning to overcome their fear of the disease by taking smears of patients to confirm the diagnosis of leprosy. Examining it breaking up. Studying bone changes responsible for much of the crippling. Finally, they come not to be afraid of treating the patients themselves. Thus does each day bring a new understanding of the disease as the students come ultimately in sight and sound of boats in the harbor to sit with a doctor of the island staff. One thing that i want you to keep uppermost in your minds is that modern medicine can help these patients. And with careful research, the progress that we have made in the treatment of leprosy during the last 15 to 20 years has made greater strides than in all the centuries before. This is a picture of a patient with leprosy. Now i want to show you something. This is that same patient that you see in the picture there after a few years of treatment. And i think you will agree that with our modern drugs and with what we know about the disease now, that there is a real hope for recovery and for a useful life and that this man is well on the way. I would like you to remember this man when some day someone looking as he did before treatment comes into your office. Later they watch the rehearsal of the lepers production of a classical opera, as they await the return of the doctor who brought them. Their fears now dispelled by knowledge. So that when at last the time comes to return to school with the doctor, they have come to recognize these sufferers as fellow human beings who can benefit from the same medical science and ideals they apply to other patients. Thanks to the young doctor who came to hong kong from chicago and his colleagues on the island. South to the equator so sarawaw. These are former headhunters. The patients of another american doctor who has carried his talents far from home. Tribesmen, 213,000 of them, living among the orangutans, cobras, in the jungle. Here along the river, in the land of the longhouse and the longboat, amid mangroves, the forest has been cleared and a hospital where dr. Harold breuster has settled down 57bd and opened his black bag. Our Health Problems are threefold. The Number One Health problem is malaria. The World Health Organization has a group here carrying on a campaign to eliminate this problem and in a few months were going to see the effects of this. A second problem which we have here is tuberculosis. Were cooperating with the government by case finding and treatment of cases that we find with streng medicine which the government supplies us with. The third big Health Problem is intestinal parasites and the dysenteries. Of course, this is tied in with lack of sanitation and ignorance of the rules of good health. We feel that it doesnt really solve anything to have these patients just come to the hospital and get treatment. So we have a team which goes out composed of a doctor, a Public Health nurse, a helper and a driver. We go out regularly in our longboat to the longhouses and live with them three or four days at a time. [ speaking Foreign Language ] [ speaking Foreign Language ] besides treating the patients, we teach them the rules of health and hygiene which will enable them to live healthier lives. We do this by showing movies of health films and just sitting down with them in the evenings and talking to them and explaining to them how they can be healthier. Such is the medical work here where he struggles to bring the li lifesaving promise of modern medicine. North and west travels m. D. International skirting thailand on its way to burma. The air is filled with prayerful chants for rain. As the hot sun, the same sun that fires the golden pagodas, parches the land. The prayers to buddha echo throughout the whole city. Even to rangoons general hospital. And in its wards. The patients know him as dr. Green, Orthopedic Surgeon in charge. They dont know how he went from harvard to turkey or the years spent with yale in china Medical College. Today dr. Green is visiting professor at the university of rangoon, often consulting with his burmese colleagues, such as this man, a buddhist monk, is afflicted with neurofibromatosis. Now dr. Green comes to the man who at 15 during the war was hit by an exploding bomb that killed his parents and took his left leg below the knee. If he is to be helped, a piece of shrapnel in the lower pelvis causing a midthigh chronic drainage must be removed. The doctor studies the xrays in anticipation of the operation he plans. As he scrubs, his thoughts go back to the story he told him of searching for help, of his visit to a spirit woman, seeking a miracle that never came. Of his despair of ever walking again. The plan is clear, first to remove the shrapnel as is being done here. This to be followed by revision of the stump, repairing the painful bony spur at its end. This done, on to the next step, preparing for an artificial limb. He watches with hope mounting, the making of the mold of his stump. Actually, far more than that. The overture for what most of us accept as a matter of course, life on two feet. Now after the casting and the measuring and the straightening through physiotherapy comes the most exciting day he has ever known. Where once was only one leg, now are two. One artificial and strap controlled to go with the one that is flesh and blood. And in step with the man who made it possible, he walks. And at last, in answer to the buddhist chant, the long thirsty earth he moves upon drinks of rain. This time, northwest above the land mass that is india to remo remote nepal at the roof of the word. Yes, to this place, have come american doctors. To kathmandu, capital of the land of the gods. Lying in a ricesewn valley, crossed by a ksacred river. We came here from india in 1953. My husband had been here previously for the chicago Natural History museum. You are listening to a doctor of bucks county, pennsylvania. We became very attached to nepal, learned to like the people very much and were delighted when the government asked us to set up a medical program for maternal and childcare. I arrived with only a Little Pocket set of instruments, just f forceps and a stethoscope. Our first hospital was part of this cholera hospital. Thats all that was available. Then we moved here to a former palace where we have since grown to include two womens ward and a mens ward. Wandering the grounds, she finds time for favorite patients. She was discovered by the king while he was making a journey about eight days from here. Poor thing had Club Literally walking on her ankles. He sent her to us with a message to do what we could for her. Look at her now. This man is a porter. He was a guide for a british climbing expedition. Three men were lost, buried by an aftvalanche. He fell 200 feet. [ speaking Foreign Language ] the eyes of this mountain man as he waits full of longing and the eyes of the allseeing consciousness are fixed on the himalayans. The highest of them snowcrowned, their napes c nam conjure a spell. Challenging the foothills and preceded by porters, the march of medicine in search of another american doctor, perhaps more remote and inaccessible than any, move for two days on foot along this rocky, winding trail toward a town. The paths cut into the mountainsides are known as well to the doctor that he calls home. With only a pack on his back, he must travel them as i had highway to reach a patient in need. Often return with him up the steep slopes to his hospital. This is the town, astride the trail to tibet. This is the doctors hospital. In this isolated area, north to tibet and who knows how far beyond, there is no other modern hospital. Later, the doctor diagnoses his case as black fever. A flyborn disease affecting the live and spleen. In his primitively equipped ward, he makes the rounds with his nurse, seeing a tb patient, then encouragement to a little boy who no different than any child anywhere, broken arm falling out of a tree. Finally, a man tending to a man who was burned when he rushed into his Burning House to save what belongings he could. On the way to the checkup of the schoolchildren, the doctor passes through the marketplace. Streets that have never known the wheel. Meets there a young lady whose broken wrist he once repaired. He tcontinues on, greeted with friendly shake of the head by those who have come to know the meaning of the word doctor through his efforts to help them. Gradually, some kind of order is restored as the doctor tackles his first customer. Tb, malnutrition. These are diseases the doctor looks for, noting evident of them in a record book and following up later with his recommendations. As for the children, a doctor to feast their eyes upon, to thump their chest with his fingers and listen with his magic ear piece. These strange wonders come to their hills are payment enough. So from mouth to ears, with the he he headmaster looking on approvingly, the checkup happily continues. But finally with his assistants help, the work is concluded. And turning over the records until next time, the doctor moves from one of the most pleasant aspects of his remote practice to confront a more serious challenge. From the distant countryside, miles from the town, comes one dread word, cholera. On the only means of Rapid Movement in this area go the doctor and his aide for the twoday journey to a village in the pan the path of the oncoming disease. They pause at the site of the new hospital being built on land donated by the government. L