My father, Rubin Salmansohn, passed away 4 years ago, in the month of August. On the day he passed, my mother found a post-marked envelope in my dad’s bedroom bureau drawer - the date of which revealed that this was something I had mailed to my dad when I was still in college.
Inside this envelope were a few pages torn from a book – who’s name I no longer remembered.
My father had chosen to save this book’s clippings for so many years, that I became instantly highly curious to read what he’d saved.
After reading it, well, I gotta say, its message [...]