It was that underlying love of Hashem’s world that first brought Moshe Shmuel Rubner into the medical field
Dr. Moshe Shmuel (Paul) Rubner was the Stamford Hill community’s beloved physician until his sudden death 13 years ago at age 57.
He was a man of few words, razor-sharp when he’d relay a diagnosis, but a truly gentle soul at his core, with a butter-soft personality beneath his stern demeanor.
“That tough outer layer was the only way he could remain standing on his two feet,” says his wife Aliza. “People didn’t realize, but he was so fragile inside — he couldn’t bear to see so much illness. He often told me that if not for his emunah and bitachon, he wouldn’t have been able to survive. He endured many sleepless nights over his patients’ conditions.”
Of course you pulled your kids’ sticky fingers off the huge fish tank in the waiting room, prompted by that strict Yinglish note — “Nisht touchen und fingerpoken” — taped to it because, just as he cared profoundly for his patients, he cared for all of Hashem’s creations, including his gorgeous tropical fish collection, and he didn’t want the fish to be frightened by the incessant drumming of curious children.
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