“Hashem, how will I ever perform the mitzvah of tefillin? Please help me!”
Eddy Fieldstone (name changed), a widower with no children, moved into the neighborhood less than a year ago. He quickly became a regular shul-goer and was present at many of my shiurim. Eddy very soon became Ephraim, and every day like clockwork, he would daven at the 7 a.m. Shacharis.
One day after davening, Ephraim came up to me and showed me his tefillin. I’m not a sofer, but even I could see that his tefillin were questionable at best.
We went to the local sofer, who also davens at the 7 a.m. Shacharis minyan.
As soon as the sofer took one look at the tefillin, he shot me a look indicating that Ephraim’s tefillin were never kosher.
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