I first met Al just about exactly forty years ago, sometime in the fall of 1973 at the apartment complex we had both just moved into, in Warwick, Rhode Island. We quickly became fast, lifetime friends.
Al was one of the most generous and kindhearted people I ever knew. He would do anything to help a child. He loved children and they sensed it and gravitated to him. My children all remember him with fondness and have been saddened to learn of his death.
He was best man at my wedding to my wife, Ann & godfather to our son, Mathew.
He was in sales when we first met and had an incredible ability in it and a great sense for business. Even at that time though, he expressed interest in hypnotherapy and he decided to pursue it as a career, once again meeting with great success. But this time it was more than just a business to him; it was a passion.
He developed it and used his communication skills to spread it worldwide and ensure its validity and see that it was applied ethically. That was his great concern.
He also had a grat sense of humor. Many years later, he still recalled the time I took care of him for a case of pneumonia. I'm a physician. I went to his apartment to listen to his lungs and walked in with my stethoscope in one hand and a pot of chicken soup that my mother had made for him in the other. He recovered quite well with the antibiotics I prescribed for him and the 'Jewish penicillin' my mother made.
He leaves the world and the people who knew him poorer for the loss but much better for having known him.