I made sure rain or shine that I would make it to Rebbe’s Shiur. If the night Shiur wasn’t an option I would go to the morning Shiur.
Even though I was the only 16 year old in the group, he treated me like an adult worth a million dollars. His stories were the best, the ones that I can remember the most was “Ten, ten minutes to mincha” and “Meeting Baba Sali.” But every story was amazing whether it was about the “Chofetz Chaim” or “The Bais Ahron,” I enjoyed them all.
Luckily, I had the zechut to be able to finish Masechet Bera- chot with the Rebbi. Now that Rebbi is in a better place I will try in his merit to accomplish his goal, to finish Shas. Rebbi would tell my Rabbeim to lookout for me. He cared for me, treated me like his own. Just like he would watch over me and care for me here I know that up in Shamayim next to the Kiseh HaKavod he is watching over me. You are my Rebbi in this world and the next.
Thank you Rebbi!