Here is a dream — he’s gone from this world now, but he was seventy-seven when he left. He was born in Odessa, in Russia, of a Jewish family, and he knows what it is to suffer, or he knew then, to be an outcast, not to have any new clothes at any time, only what charity could give him, wrapped his feet in bundles, never knew what it was to have a suit, but slacks all patched up. And he was head of a small family of about four, and his mother died when he was only eight. So he had to get out and earn a few pennies to bring in for food for the family, and he got a job taking money to the bank in large denominations, and they would change it into copper and silver, and he would go back to his business and give the money into the firm. And one day, looking into the face of this bearded teller, this cashier in the bank, he saw that the man gave him the copper and then the silver, and the outer wrapping of the copper and the silver were identical, and he wondered, wouldn’t it be wonderful if he made a mistake? And so he imagined he made a mistake, and so he took the money from the teller, put it in his pocket, and walked back in the assumption that the man had made a mistake. He didn’t make a mistake, but he walked for blocks and blocks, with his patched clothes and burlap feet, back to the building and gave the money back. The next day, standing before the same teller, making a similar change, the man made the mistake, and he spotted it. So he said, I wrestled with myself all the way back — well, I had never known what it was to sit down and eat a meal and feel satisfied, I was always embarrassed with the patched clothes that I had to wear. And so I wrestled with myself, what will I do? So I went to the next bank and changed it into the right denominations for my business, that is, where I work, and I kept the rest. And that night I went all through the night wrestling with myself, because it was not what my mother taught me. Things were percolating through my mind. But I was eight years old, and my hunger and my embarrassment got the better of me, and so I kept the money. Went out the next day and bought a pair of slacks, bought a pair of shoes, and ate until it came through my ears, and satisfied all the hungers of my body. But it taught me a lesson — it taught me that dreams do come true, but you are the dreamer.1134 ¶19