My present to myself. Michael accompanied me.
Dedicated to Mr. Wolf, my elementary school French teacher. When I made a boneheaded comment he took me aside, pulled up his sleeve, showed me his tattoo from the concentration camp, and told me he could never hate someone for who or what they are. This man survived the Nazis, facing some of the worst humans can do to each other, and he transmuted that hatred into love and compassion towards an ignorant kid years later. God bless him.
