If and when your rabbi asks you to be the honoree, have rachmanus on him and say yes
My good friend and colleague Reb Sruli Besser recently wrote a timely and entertaining article about being the guest of honor at a yeshivah dinner (“On My Honor,” Issue 769).
I enjoyed it so much that I thought it would be appropriate to take a look at the other side of the coin. Namely, what’s it’s like to be the person who has to find an honoree.
More often than not, this dubious honor falls in my lap. And usually, the responses I receive are:
“I’m really sorry — however, I spoke to my wife and she’s really not comfortable with being honored.”
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