“You don’t know my father! If he finds out, he’ll kill himself and then me!”
“Reb Yossele!” The familiar voice of Rabbi Orlis boomed loudly in my ear. “I got one I need you on!”
The only thing bigger than Rabbi Orlis’s voice is his heart. He never brings me easy situations, but I love working with him.
“I got a kid here, his name is Yehuda. He’s got everyone fooled,” he explained. “Mamash no one knows what he’s up to, except the friends he parties with. His parents think he just sleeps late, and they don’t bother him about it. But he sneaks out every night, then puts on his costume in the morning, goes to yeshivah, and does what he’s supposed to do, and everyone thinks he’s okay.”
Playing the part is the new “off the derech.” A kid could go years and never be called out and helped, because he dresses and acts the part. All while he’s dying slowly inside.
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