For the Beis Yisroel, it didn’t matter if you were a scholar, a cab driver, or a child who knew nothing of Shabbos
My friends sometimes make fun of me (which is what good friends do), mocking the fact that I breathlessly claim how each new book is different than any of the previous ones I’ve written and I have never been so inspired/moved/determined/motivated.
It’s an okay joke, but it’s also really true that every story awakens parts of a person they didn’t know existed, pulling them into a different dimension.
I never saw the Beis Yisroel — Rebbe Yisroel Alter of Gur — who was niftar in 1977 when I was just a year old, though we did have a connection which I only learned about two years ago, when I was unsure whether or not this project was for me.
I asked my father for his opinion, and he told me a story.
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