“Do your students speak to you about yahadut, about Judaism? Do they discuss their questions and doubts?”
H
is name was Yaniv.
“L’aan?” he asked curtly. “Where to?”
Just the one word. No hello, no good morning, no greetings or pleasantries. Just the facts; where to.
I gave him the address.
“Atah holech l’hitpalel? Are you going to daven?” He had obviously noticed my tallis bag.
“Yes.”
“So late?”
Great, I thought to myself. Now he’s going to lecture me about zeman tefillah and tell me that he davens netz before he hits the road.
I felt the need to explain. “I teach in a yeshivah for troubled boys and we schedule the tefillot a little later to make it easier for them to come.”
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