Yesterday, the world lost a Great Jewish Superhero who fled Cossacks, put himself through college by working in a factory, rasied a family, traveled the world, spoke six languages, threw a party in his home for Golda Meir, helped save and support countless Jewish lives, and, at nearly 95, walked into a retirement community and got himself a French girlfriend.

Though I only knew him for a short time, I knew I was in the presence of kindness, wisdom and greatness.

Zichrono livracha.