Imagine, the gadol hador reading personal letters, so this mother could stay connected with her child
“Psst” I whispered to my husband. “Look! There’s Rav Ganz walking along, and nobody’s with him. Go ask him something!”
“What should I ask?” my husband stage-whispered back.
“Anything! Just grab this opportunity! Ask about Avi’s second name!
My son’s the only one in the family who’s named after two different people. I had since heard there were various opinions about this. There wasn’t much I could do about it now, but here was Rav Ganz… available to take away my guilt retroactively!
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