I was a bit overwhelmed myself— it’s not every day you see a person so candidly willing to admit his pain or weakness
“I can’t believe you won’t help us, Dr. Freedman! We schlepped all the way out here and you won’t even see my son?!”
I took a deep breath and encouraged Rabbi Hershkovitz to do the same. It didn’t help. Of course, I’d never said such a thing. I just didn’t agree with Rabbi Hershkovitz’s plan of action.
“We paid for your time! We brought his records! And now you’re refusing to help us! What’s the big deal with coming to the house and pretending that you’re a new chavrusa of mine who just wants to schmooze with the family? That’s a perfectly reasonable idea! Why can’t you cooperate?”
Rebbetzin Hershkovitz tried to calm her husband down, but it didn’t seem to help either. He stormed out the door and slammed it on his way out.
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