How a factory worker from the Bronx became a beloved patron of the Torah world
If you had not learned in an east coast yeshivah, there was no way to know it, but you had just crossed paths with simple greatness seen only among our people. I don’t profess to know these things, but one might even say it was a missed opportunity to ask for a brachah.
His name was Reb Avraham Moskowitz. He was a dear and cherished friend to the bnei Torah and the roshei yeshivah of Am Yisrael. They knew him as Al and considered him one of their own.
For reasons known only to our Father in Heaven, Al wasn’t blessed with the gift of building generations, not in the conventional sense. Yet he found a unique way to leave an everlasting legacy. Al was a chiddush, a wholly original concept, and generations of yeshivah bochurim bear testimony to the depth of its truth and its beauty.
He discovered the world of the beis medrash at an age where for most it would have been too late to earn the title he valued above all others. But with singular focus, devotion, and love, he earned that title and was crowned by its glory for over 40 years: Al Moskowitz. Ben yeshivah.
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