Had I just witnessed ruach hakodesh? He didn’t write that I needed children, he wrote that I needed a son
“Sounds like a good idea,” I agreed.
A few weeks later, at the beginning of Elul, I stood at the door of a modest, unremarkable home in Shaarei Chesed and knocked.
To my surprise, Rav Schwadron answered the door himself. But while he greeted me with a huge smile, he didn’t say anything, which made me a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps he’s suffering from a bad case of laryngitis, I surmised.
What I only learned later was that every Elul Rav Schwadron engaged in a self-imposed taanis dibbur, refraining from all speech aside from Torah and tefillah.
Escorting me into his study, Rav Schwadron pointed to a chair and then took a seat himself. Then with a smile, a nod, and raised eyebrows, he leaned forward slightly and silently “asked” why I had come.
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