Yechidut

A chassidic businessman came to my grandfather. This was a man who always kept Gates of Light and The Gate of Faith in his breast pocket, and was fluent in both.

At Belitza everyone gets off the wagon and proceeds on foot. But I, fearing that father would again forget me, remain on the wagon.

“I knew,” the Rebbe said, “that there must be something in me that could relate to his situation . . .”