As Reb Yossi accepted me as his agent to sell his chometz, he did much more than make me his shaliach
I’m not one of your big-time commuters. Most days, unless I’m teaching somewhere, my car and I remain separate and apart, and we both enjoy this mutually beneficial relationship.
Therefore, it certainly surprised many, most notably myself, when I found myself sitting, masked, on United Airlines flight 395 bound for Chicago.
During my four hours on the ground in Chicago, I was privileged to perform the mitzvah of nichum aveilim for my good friend Reb Yossi Twersky, who lost his mother, Rebbetzin Toby (Halberstam) Twersky.
Why did I go?
I am not one to fly all over at the drop of the hat to do nichum aveilim.
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