One brief encounter with one of the great poskim of our generation
On one occasion, I had an important, timely question for Rav Dovid. My brother Reb Yesocher arranged for me to come to MTJ at 1 p.m., but advised me I would only have 15 minutes, as Rav Dovid had to leave for a doctor’s appointment at exactly 1:15.
I made sure to arrive before 1 so I would have the full 15 minutes to ask my question, and as soon as Rav Dovid exited the small room where he had just finished giving shiur, I quickly walked toward him. Just then, however, another man who had a parent on life support approached him, with a life-and-death question that needed Rav Dovid’s resolution. I quickly stepped aside to let him present his query.
Before the two of us reached the Rosh Yeshivah, a young elementary-school-age boy walked over to him, holding out his tzitzis.
“My rebbi said that I should show the Rosh Yeshivah my tzitzis so he can check if they are kosher,” he said.
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