Hey, Israel story listeners, it's Mishi.

Last Saturday, just as chance of demo Kratya started coming up from the demonstration

outside the president's house, we said goodbye to my wise, modest, and gentle dad, David

Harmon.

My father was an educator.

He believed in people, in social justice, and in our ability to overcome almost anything.

He was an eternal optimist and a patient peacemaker.

He guided me through life's ups and downs and taught me its most fundamental lesson,

one that's also the depremise of Israel story, that a person is a person is a person,

no matter what.

He didn't see class or nationality, ethnicity or religion, gender or attainments, instead

he saw people, and when he saw them, he was genuinely curious about them.

My dad was a world class reconturer, and, as such, encouraged me every step of the way,

and absolutely loved our show.

In fact, I was in the car with him, when our very first episode aired on the radio, and

I can clearly remember how proud he was.

In the years since, he has pitched hundreds of ideas, and I'd often get excited phone calls

from him, saying that he had just heard the most amazing story from a cab driver, and

here was his number, and I should call immediately.

My dad appeared on the show a bunch of times over the years, and today is one of the many

ways I'll be honouring and remembering him.

I want to share some of those stories.

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