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ust a month ago in this column I told the story of the elderly Russian gentleman who’d kept Yom Kippur for two days straight.
There is a thrill to reading about truly great people with whom you share DNA an indicator of what lies inside of you. Readers appreciated the reminder and a generous friend shared another Erev Yom Kippur story with me.
It didn’t happen in Communist Russia or in a concentration camp. The hero didn’t know Sarah Schenirer and he never saw the face of the Chofetz Chaim.
It happened now Erev Yom Kippur of 2016 a new world in which it sometimes seems that so many Jewish instincts have become dulled.
