Dr. Charles McCrae
The first time Garth walked into an operating room, he was wearing scrubs. Just not the kind you'd expect.
He was working as a janitor at a small hospital in Mississippi, paying his way through junior college. And actually, he wasn’t cleaning the operating room—he was watching a surgery.
The opportunity came from Dr. Charles McCrae, a general surgeon at the hospital. And not by coincidence, McCrae was the father of the girl Garth was dating. Maybe he figured if the kid was going to date his daughter, he deserved a shot at something better than cleaning floors. So he invited Garth to observe a gallbladder removal.
Garth stood inside the OR doors and felt something shift. It wasn’t just the medicine—it was the intensity, the focus, the clarity of purpose. For McCrae, it was a simple gesture. For Garth, it was the moment that redirected everything. He immediately switched majors and started down the pre-med track. It was the first small step toward a future that no one could have predicted.
Is it possible that Charles McCrae, a general surgeon in rural Mississippi, is responsible for the beauty of Beverly Hills?