I was fortunate to have a wise father who brought my mother and me out of Nazi Germany to the U.S. in 1935. Hitler had already imposed regulations that doomed my father’s business, but we were healthy and alive, while some relatives were not as lucky.

In our early years in this country, I received “scholarships” and “special consideration” for summer camp. Later as my career prompted several moves to cities where I knew no one, my adjustment was greatly eased by my ability to and desire to affiliate with and participate in Jewish life.

I was able to contribute by serving on both synagogue and Jewish social welfare Boards in New York City and San Diego, and personally observe the vital role Jewish communal organizations play in maintaining and continuing Jewish existence.

Consequently, I feel it is not only an obligation but a privilege to be able to help others in the future.