There was something deeply grounding and at the same time spiritual about Sabbath and the way my grandparents observed it. He never guessed that assisting the diffident but sexy Alice would be so captivating and make it so hard to keep his desires in check. With effort, he reached out and took his electric razor from the side of the bed and asked me if I would shave him. The great Moses Maimonides said, grandfather intoned, quoting the 12th-Century teacher of the Torah, "‘If I am not for me, then who is for me? God instructs everyone to rest on the Sabbath day, my grandfather had told me, and what he told me could not be wrong.

The Money Man is a story of determination, love, and faith that includes many page turning stories of extraordinary success and dismal failure. Gone, too, was grandpa’s wonderful love for his children and grandchildren, and the quiet adoration for the mother of his children.These stories always pose the question for me: who's responsible for the scale of damage this provoked? Author Dan McCrum gives a gripping firsthand account of the astonishing series of events that unfolded during the investigation, detailing the setbacks, the luck, and the hard edged tactics used against him.

Only later in life would I understand that this over-abundance of food, so carefully prepared was an expression of well being, comfort and hope. It is also a reminder of how markets and society at large stand to benefit from whistleblowers and short sellers.Dan McCrum and his colleagues at the FT deserve medals for their tenacious battle to expose the dark heart of Wirecard - the enormous fraud and money laundering machine with shadowy ties. When journalist Dan McCrum followed a tip to investigate the hot new tech company challenging Silicon Valley, everything about Wirecard looked a little too good to be true- offices were sprouting up around the world, it was reporting runaway growth and the CEO even wore a black turtleneck in tribute to Steve Jobs. Earlier in my life, it had been a mystery to me why my grandfather would disappear to a room at the top of the house in the morning, afternoon and early evening with a Hebrew book in his hand.