I had reached $32,000. I had also exhausted all of my connections
It was a warm morning in July when I called the pay phone at MTJ.
“Is Rav Dovid available?” I asked.
I heard the door of the phone booth folding, listened to the person who’d answered rising from the little seat, and finally the Rosh Yeshivah’s hello.
I explained my dilemma. A woman in the community whose husband had refused to grant her a get was now agreeing to give her one — if he received $50,000 by 9 p.m.
As I had never dealt with extortion, I called Rav Dovid Feinstein ztz”l to ask him what to do.
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