Matthew Zack Jr.

I first met Matthew in 1967 during our first year of med school in Syracuse, NY. I was a brash kid from Manhattan and he was an old man in a young man´s body. For that reason, I always called him Mr. Matthew. He was so kind and giving and in NYC we hardly ever met someone like him. He taught me the meaning of kindness. My favorite story of Mr. Matthew involves an incident that occurred several days before a very important biochemistry exam. While everyone was studying like crazy I saw him...