A glimpse into the life of Rabbi Moshe Feigelstock ztz"l, a true eved Hashem, master mechanech, resolute pillar of Torah values, and humble tzaddik.
Inever thought I would see the word ztz”l after Rabbi Feigelstock’s name. He was an iron man, indestructible — ageless and timeless. I kind of expected him to be with us forever.
It is humbling to even attempt to depict elements of the life of this angel in the form of man, who was light years beyond my puny comprehension. What follows are simply recollections; a very small glimpse into the life of a true eved Hashem, master mechanech, resolute pillar of Torah values, and humble tzaddik.
My first encounter with Rabbi Feigelstock was at my farher to be accepted into his nascent Yeshiva Tiferes Elimelech, when I was four years old. Although I have no recollections of that initial meeting, I do remember the farhers of my younger brothers. They were long! Forty-five minutes of Rabbi Feigelstock sitting with them at a little table playing with toys, colored pencils, making change with pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters, asking questions about shapes and sizes, and making conversation, all with an eye toward truly understanding the unique personality and inner workings of each potential talmid.
Although he was the dean, responsible for the welfare of the entire institution, his involvement did not cease after those initial meetings. He remained personally immersed in the struggles and progress of each of his thousands of talmidim throughout the course of their years in his yeshivah and beyond. That he knew us all by name goes without saying. He held frequent meetings with his staff, reviewing the progress of each talmid. It was not uncommon for him to spend several hours in discussion with a rebbi helping to craft an appropriate approach to solving the challenge of a single boy. He did so enthusiastically and unfailingly, until the last day of his life.
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