My father, Steve Witkoff , has always been a man of compassion. His life has been built on a simple creed: When people suffer, you do not look away — you step forward and help. He did not come from privilege. His father was a coat manufacturer, and at 29, with no financial safety net, he took the leap to start his own business. Hard work was his inheritance; perseverance his language. Even as he built a career from nothing, he never allowed success to eclipse his humanity or his devotion to