In order to get things into perspective, I guess it would be best to tell a little bit about myself. I was born in 1956 in Bad Toelz, Germany. Bad Toelz is between Oberammergau and Munich in the SE corner of formally West Germany in the region of Bavaria. I was the first-born. I had two sisters and a brother. I was the oldest by five years.

My family was Orthodox Jewish. When I was part of the family, there were only seven family members from both sides. This was because of the Holocaust.

My parents were survivors of the Holocaust. My parents were saved from this ordeal by the "Underground". My father was the only person in his family that made it through the ordeal. They never spoke about how they had been rescued. The only person to survive the Nazi death camps was my mother's mother. When I was around 13, my family moved to Southeastern Munich in the Muenchen-Rheim area (where the old International Airport) was.

In 1973-1974, I came to the US as an exchange student for 12th Grade. This experience of educational exchange and religious cultural shock occured at a small country high school between Findlay and Kenton, OH. I was placed into a Christian home but they made all efforts so that I could follow the thirty-one "Kashrut" (kosher) dietary laws. These laws can be found in "V'yakru" (Leviticus) chapters 7,11,19,and 22; "Devarim" (Deuteronomy) chapters 14,20, and 21; and "Shemot" (Exodus) chapters 14,22, and 23. It was a neat experience.

Before heading back to Germany, I got my first taste of bicycle touring. I rode from Nw Ohio to the Mississippi River and back on a Montgomery Wards "Free-Spirit" 10-speed. This was a very interesting experience since I never did this before. I had seen several touring bicyclists travel through the town that I was living in and it got me curious.

Once back in Germany, I finished up my high school ("Gymnasium" education as we call it) and entered one of the universities in the Munich area. Just before "Channukah" (Festival of Lights) in 1975, something inside of me like a "yetzer" (an impulse) convinced me that I needed to pick up a Christian "B'RIT CHADASHAH" (New Testament) and find out whether the Messiah that was in this book was the same "Mashiah" that we Jews were waiting for. Every Passover, we anxiously awaited for the Prophet Elijah to return and tell us that the Mashiah is here amongst us. We would always have a special place setting and cup on the table for Elijah to use when he would ever return to Earth with the good news.

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