(Aish.com) (Ed: This is a very touching memoir of the love between a rebbe and his student, as well as the a reminder of how much being Jewish transforms what we are living for.)
Has it really been four years since the passing of my beloved rebbe? My guide, my mentor, my role model… my hero?
Hardly a day passes that I don’t crave Rav Noah’s wise advice; his kind and caring input into my life. The knee jerk reaction of reaching for the phone is long gone, but the desire and the yearning for contact remain. Where can I go with my difficult questions? Where is the voice of sanity in a generation so confused and distracted? When I’m feeling lost, who can shine a light and point me in the direction of my own wisdom again?
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