The next day I took my tefillin, which I’d had since my bar mitzvah almost 30 years earlier, to my sofer, Reb Shua Lichtenstein.
As told to Bryna Cohen
I opened my eyes feeling uneasy. The curtains were still drawn the light off the house quiet. I rubbed my eyes hard and looked at my watch. Seven a.m. My shifting evidently disturbed my wife. She awoke sat up and looked at me for a long moment frowning slightly.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nochum Sternlicht was just standing at the foot of my bed.”
I felt curiously wide awake. I peered behind me consciously apprehensive. My wife gave a small sleepy chuckle. Nochum Sternlicht an acquaintance of mine as well as a renowned sofer was no longer among the living. But for all intents and purposes two minutes earlier he had been present in my bedroom. Not surprisingly my eyes met with the wallpaper and the small window overlooking the street.
“So you had a dream.” My wife didn’t understand why I was still feeling and obviously looking disconcerted.
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