Sometime in the 1960's or 1970's we had a job at a Brownsville tenement, and all of a sudden I heard yelling and screaming. Marty Connelly from 120 Truck had put his arm through a window, severing an artery, and was screaming: "Sweet Jesus, Save My Arm".

We put Marty in the battalion car, I took off for Brookdale Hospital and told the Brooklyn dispatcher to alert the hospital that we were coming in.

All the way to the hospital Marty is moaning and screaming: "Sweet Jesus, Save My Arm".

When we got there, it was just like you see in the movies - everyone was waiting for us. They put Marty on a gurney, and took him right into the operating room. As the medical staff was getting Marty's clothes off to locate the source of the blood, Marty wailed: "Sweet Jesus, Save My Arm".

Just then this little guy in a white jacket appeared. He couldn't have been more than 5 feet tall. He surveyed the scene, heard Marty's wail, then with a thick Jewish accent said: "vell I don't know about Sweet Jesus, but if anyone's going to save your arm it's me - Doctor Pincus".

I looked at him and couldn't help it, started to laugh. One by one, everybody, including Marty, laughed.

And indeed, Doctor Martin Pincus saved Marty Connelly's arm (Seymour Schenker)

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Thanks, Ira Hoffman