“He told me he did not want me to walk him down to the chuppah”
The caller insisted we meet in person. When he entered my office, I recognized him. Reb Avremel (name changed) was a known talmid chacham.
He got right to the point about why he had asked to meet me. “My oldest son, Moishy, is getting married next week.”
“Mazel tov,” I said.
“Moishy was our first. I had high hopes for him. By his bar mitzvah, the signs were already clear that he was not going in the direction I had planned.
“He would spend hours at the local mechanic’s shop, learning all about cars. By the time he turned 17, he no longer wore his hat and jacket, and he often slept through Shacharis.
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