“Memories are not history. They are fragments of things and feelings that were tainted and sifted through varying prisms of present time and disposition” (Dayan, 1985, p. 1). This reflection by Yoel Dayan, the daughter of the revered Israeli patriot and statesman, offers a helpful perspective on our most treasured memories. We must keep in mind that the events and people we remember have likely been altered over the many times we have recalled them. With that caution expressed and forgiveness asked in advance, the senior author of this article shares a memory.

During my doctoral studies at Teachers College, Columbia University, I was blessed with having professors who were not only scholars with great knowledge, but also people of impressive character and deep compassion. One of my mentors was Ignacy Goldberg. As all great teachers do, he often shared with his students stories...

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