I may have made an enemy in Reb Ruvy, but I had just saved Mahyer’s life. The tradeoff was worth it
Reb Ruvy was a shady medical askan from Bnei Brak who ran a “yeshivah” for troubled bochurim to keep them out of hospitals. When he brought Mahyer to my office so that I could quickly fix him up with some strong meds, I knew I had to take matters into my own hands. PART II
When Reb Ruvy pushed an envelope with a wad of cash in it toward me as payment for getting his charge, Mahyer, medicated without hospitalization, it was clear to me that he was in way over his head and endangering Mahyer in the process.
“Call his father now,” I told Reb Ruvy, insisting that the bochur, who was severely dehydrated and delusional, needed urgent, acute care. “Call him now or I’m calling an ambulance.”
“They’re chassidim, they don’t want a hospital,” Reb Ruvy begged, obviously desperate for this not to happen. “They came to me to help him.”
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