Rabbi Hirsh lay on their medical center sleep as their congregants and family members sat near by, waiting to listen to the dying terms of the leader that is dear and. The rabbi’s attendant, Yitzy, takes the cup milk through the medical center dinner, goes outside to their vehicle, adds fifty per cent of a cup shnaps and sneaks right straight right back in. “Here Rabbi”, Yitzy says, “drink this; it will be healthy for you”. (more…)

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