tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484380634176175251.post8928562339131562287..comments2023-06-25T02:21:59.485-05:00Comments on Comfortable Being Uncomfortable: So I pray . . .Pastor Sherillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16717688845296166087noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8484380634176175251.post-41729616097108676132015-10-09T11:39:49.677-05:002015-10-09T11:39:49.677-05:00Lovely. I worked for a ChE professor a couple sem...Lovely. I worked for a ChE professor a couple semesters, editing textbooks he wrote. He felt he needed editors bc he was a Russian Jew who learned English from a dictionary in confinement. He workd 17 hrs/day, 6 days/wk, trying to make up for the time stolen from him as the Russian government forced him to work on projects not of his own choosing. He was a brilliant man, who as a boy of 4 saw his mother hanged in the town square, bc she was a Jew. When he was finally allowed to leave, he did - as from the jaws of a shark. Some of his research was smuggled out by others a few pages at a time. Much he recreated here - his specialty was mass transfer in fluidized beds. His office windows were all taped over for her feared the KGB was still after his work. Perhaps they were. He was settled in a new land, as you said, bc of his education and usefulness, but also homeless in a very real sense. He was a good man of steel with soft edges. I was a lazy college kid looking for an easy A. He taught me so much, and today, reading your post, I think again of him. Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10628838198622263749noreply@blogger.com