A story of love, war, faith
March 25, 2007
I'd heard about Jim's passing, then saw it on the obit page of the Northbrook Star.
The facts were there: World War II veteran ... financial adviser ... Northbrook resident for 47 years. ... But the obit didn't begin to capture who James H. Wolter was to this African immigrant. I believe I am alive today because Jim and a handful of folks believed they as individuals could change the lives of one refugee family.
It was summer 1968, and my father, a young Igbo (Ee-bo) Nigerian who had left his wife and six children at home for a chance at a better life through a college education in the United States, was studying business administration at Northwestern University.
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