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Yom Kippur

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With a surprise lesson to carry with . . .
I read and I sobbed. I tried to wipe away the tears, but I could do nothing to stop the powerful sobs from racking my body.
In 1951 my father, Rabbi Moshe Greenberg, was twenty years old and a prisoner in a Soviet labor camp in Siberia. That Yom Kippur, he faithfully prayed all the day’s prayers. All, that is, except for Kol Nidrei.
"How I do kaparot?" repeated Rabbi Elimelech. "I do what everyone else does. I hold the rooster in one hand, the prayer book in the other, and recite: This is my exchange, this is in my stead, this is my atonement..."
Incensed by the jab, the son-in-law renewed his rant, which had now become personal.
I think that somewhere in the next world, the soul of his Jewish mother was confused and asking, ‘Where is my son? Why is he not with his fellow Jews praying on Yom Kippur?'
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