Forty-two years ago, Henry “Hank” Carter began what is now one of the most consistent social programs in these United States. By now, all of you who know Carter—and all of you who have shared and contributed to his life as perhaps, the greatest single-most concerned individual in—yes!—the world—know his story. A lifelong friend strolls down a Queens, N.Y., street and comes close to losing his life. We call him Jada. He thinks of Carter as a savior.

In that respect, Jada has a ton of company. All who have felt his passion. All who knew he was a different kind of guy, a serious guy who, when he walked into a hospital, began to cry. He was deeply affected by this story, which so many of you have heard or read, or you may have been in his presence when he walked into Goldwater Hospital on Roosevelt Island.

Children and senior citizens strapped to chairs, hungry seniors moaning for something to eat—it brought tears to his eyes. It was then he vowed to himself to create change, not just in the hospital but in the lives of those who needed a Superman to get them clean rooms and comfortable mattresses.

And now, some 41 years later, there stands a hospital that bears his name in East Harlem on Madison Avenue between 121st and 122nd streets. The hospital is the first in the history of this city to bear the name of the man who changed the lives of thousands.

So this is Henry “Hank” Carter. Check out the AmNews and check out the likes, No, take a walk down Madison Avenue and continue walking south until you come to what looks like a hospital. And you say to yourself, “When did this happen? How did this place get here? A hospital. Where did it come from? It’s so nice … gorgeous.” You might think about going in and asking for a tour. Next up, let’s talk about how that sparkling piece of real estate now calls East Harlem home.