"It’s just he has this thing with birds... uh, sometimes he thinks he has feathers"
I was walking back to my office from my chavrusa in the Old City of Jerusalem.
As I exited Jaffa Gate, I nearly crashed into an energetic chassidishe fellow in a long coat with big blonde peyos racing in the opposite direction.
“Dr. Freedman!”
“Rabbi Goldstein!” We both said at the same time. Rabbi Feivel Goldstein was mashgiach in a small yeshivah near the Machaneh Yehudah shuk, geared for new baalei teshuvah who wanted to learn chassidus as well as Gemara. We’d consulted in the past, and I was always impressed by his warmth and accepting, embracing nature of all types of young men who’ve found their way to his yeshivah.
“Wow, this is unbelievable Hashgachah, Dr. Freedman!” he said. “I know you learn in the mornings, and I was going to call you mamesh this afternoon!”
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